The white-haired man with ruddy cheeks and a full mustache watched the little girls from Pleasant Valley Grammar School board the bus. Their short skirts lifted as they stepped up, exposing firm, slender thighs.
The man who was supposed to drive the bus, 22-year-old Rick Markum, watched the fifth grade teacher, blonde and ponytailed Janice Wilson. Though she was about his age and unmarried, she studiously avoided looking at him.
Also going on the 3,000-mile roundtrip was Edna Sawyer, the sixth grade teacher, and she exhibited no such reserve. A divorcee who had just turned 30, she stared at the handsome young man with obvious interest.
The parents, who had come to the school on the first Saturday of summer vacation to see their little darlings off, looked only at them as they got onto the bus. One mother called a last minute reminder to "listen to Uncle Jim and do everything he tells you!"
"Mind your teachers, too!" one of the daddies said.
"Shit," Edna remarked under her breath to Janice, "I'll be glad when we get this fucking show on the road!"
The young blonde frowned. She didn't know how she was going to put up with dirty-talking Edna for the entire two weeks. If the school board had known how immoral Edna was, they wouldn't have chosen her as one of the chaperones for the children, Janice thought. But on the other hand, maybe she was making out with a board member. Janice wouldn't have put anything past her.
"All right, children!" old Jim Grover called after the last of the dozen kids-seven girls and five boys-had gotten onto the small bus. Sticking his bushy white head through the doorway, he said, "Sit down now and be quiet. We'll be leaving in a few minutes."
While Jim stepped over to talk with the head of the parents committee which had arranged the trip to Disneyland for the fifth and sixth grade winners of the scholarship contest, Rick ambled to where the teachers were standing.
Edna beamed at him. Janice glanced away.
"Well, are you ladies ready?" he asked with a boyish grin.
"I'm always ready!" the older teacher said. Her frosted ash-blonde hair was cut short and styled in tousled waves. She looked sophisticated in a trim, sleeveless dress of burnt orange, high heels, and sleek nylons. Her figure also was trim, with impudent, high-set titties and compact hips.
Pretty in a wholesome, cornfed way, Janice offered an interesting contrast. Having been born and brought up on a farm near Pleasant Valley, she wore a simple skirt and blouse, along with low heels. Her wheat-colored hair was caught by clips at both sides and a rubber band at the top so that it fell in a wide horse's tail down her back. At her forehead, it dangled in loose bangs. Her figure was chunky, with orblike tits and a generous but shapely ass. She wore only a touch of pale lipstick while Edna was dolled up in false lashes, eye shadow, and creamy-pink lip-gloss. The older girl was from Chicago and had come to Pleasant Valley at the beginning of the last semester because teaching jobs in the city were scarce.
"How about you, Miss Wilson?" Rick asked the younger one. "Ready to have a lot of fun?"
"I'm looking forward to visiting Disneyland, if that's what you mean," she sniffed.
"Well, that's part of it."
Slim, with thick black hair and sideburns, Rick had regular features and a boyish, easygoing way. His lips were sensuous for a man's. He had dark eyes that could strip a woman and make her like it-but not Janice, for some reason which bothered him.
"Oh, Rick! Can I see you a minute?"
"Will you ladies excuse me?" Rick said with a smile, and responded to his employer's summons.
"What a stud!" Edna murmured to Janice.
"How're you making out?" Jim inquired in a confidential tone as Rick strolled over in snug jeans and a shirt open halfway to his waist.
"I got the older one made," he said. "But the young one's not interested-so far."
"Well, I'll drive and you sit in back with 'em. Work on that blonde. Prudes like her can give us a lotta trouble."
"How about taking the other broad off my hands?" Rick suggested.
"Are you kidding! You know I don't like 'em over 11 years old."
"You dog!" Rick said, and grinned.
"Okay, ladies!" he called to the teachers. "Time to get on the bus!"
The youngsters chattered as the bus rolled down the road. They had been herded to the front of the vehicle so that the teachers and Rick could have a little privacy in the back. Also, Jim liked to look up the little girls' legs as they sat with their knees carelessly parted. He had tilted his rear-view mirror downward for that purpose, and so far he had counted two pairs of pink panties and one white with little flowers on them.
Rick sat between the two women on the wide rear seat.
"Ever been away from Pleasant Valley before, Miss Wilson?" he asked, smiling at the blonde.
"Of course I have," she said. "When I attended teachers' college."
"Oh, sure!" Rick said. "I forgot you were a college girl."
"I've lived in Chicago most of my life," Edna put in. "Where are you from, Mr. Markum?"
"Hey, call me Rick. I'm a California boy, born in Fullerton, about three miles from where we're going."
"I just knew it!" Edna chirped. "You have that California look!" She placed a hand on his tight-pantsed thigh.
Janice glanced out the window. Let Edna fool around with him! she thought. Then maybe he'll leave ME alone.
The bus slowed, pulled off the road, and parked next to a rustic gas station.
"Time for a comfort stop!" Jim called. "The little girls' room is over there," he pointed, "and the boys' room is on the opposite side."
"Man, we can spell!" a towheaded youth, named Alex Olsen, sassed.
The children bounded off the bus, heading for the outhouses.
"Do either of you ladies need relief?" Rick asked.
Janice blushed. "No, thank you," she said.
"Well, I do!" announced Edna, and stood up to squeeze past Rick's knees. She waggled her bottom in front of him, as if to say, How'd you like to fuck it?
He got up and followed her. Once off the bus, they went their separate ways. Since the men's outhouse was overflowing with boys, Rick walked around behind and unzipped his pants.
Edna appeared, around the comer of the main building, just as he was starting to pee. He kept pissing and grinned at her.
Though she was the forward type, he still expected her to blush and run. But she blushed only slightly and didn't retreat at all. On the contrary, she brazenly approached and asked with a saucy smile:
"Need any help?"
"You can hold it if you want to," Rick offered now realizing he could be as bold with her as he liked.
She took hold of his long, limber penis and aimed it higher, shooting his stream of urine into the tall weeds.
"I thought you had to do some business of your own," he said.
"I do, but-my God!-the place is just a one-holer. The kids are all lined up. Mmmm, Rick, you have a nice cock! Do you know that?" she gave it a shake.
"Women have told me."
"I'll bet they have! I'd like to see it hard!"
"Be my guest," Rick replied as she milked the last drops of urine from it.
"Right now?" she asked excitedly.
"Sure. We've got a few minutes."
Edna stared intently at his dick and began to stroke it, gliding her curved fingers up and down across the ridge of his rosy glans. His stem immediately stiffened, and his knob swelled.
He reached down Edna's back and lifted her skirt.
"Ooh, God!" she said. "We're right in the open!"
"Yeah, but that's a vacant field in front of us, and nobody can see us from the street."
He stroked her thighs above the tops of her stockings, finding them firm and smooth. His fingers crept up a garter and into her silken pants.
"Oooh! Wowww! Finger me!" she said, as she stroked the young man's rigidly upthrust prick.
He could have reached around to her front and gotten to her pussy. But instead, he chose to wiggle a finger between her supple buttocks. He touched the puckered dimple which was secreted there.
She panted and squirmed, jacking him off all the harder. He twisted his impetuous finger at her anal gate, and the end-joint popped in.
"Yesssssss!" she said.
Her asshole contracted spastically around his invading digit, obviously enjoying the penetration. He gave her another joint, and she gasped.
His long prick throbbed in her hand, straining forward and up. The hole at the tip of his organ gaped, and clear honey drooled out.
"I'd love to ... suck it!" Edna panted. "But I don't dare here!"
"We've got a date for later," Rick replied, and circled his finger in her anus, stretching the rubbery ring.
He gave her the third joint, so that his entire finger was sticking up her ass and his fist was jammed between her vibrating buttocks. He began to stroke his finger in and out, stretching her panties against the back of his hand. Her skirt was bunched on his arm, exposing her pale thighs above her stockingtops-but there was no one to see.
Rick's balls pulled up in his jockey shorts, and his hard-on twitched in the woman's fast-stroking grip. He was going to shoot very soon.
He frigged her asshole faster and faster, giving her a hot, erotic buzz, even though he hadn't stimulated any of her conventional sex-nerves. She bucked forward and back, having difficulty maintaining her masturbatory rhythm on his cock. But she bravely continued, while bumping her bottom against the devilish thrusts of his finger.
She gasped and squirmed.
"Ooooh, maaaaaan!" she moaned. "I think I'm going to ... CUMMMMMM!"
Her bumps became ragged, and her asshole rippled grabbingly on Rick's pumping digit. She shivered from head to toes. Her hand gripped the ridge of Rick's hard-on and squeezed fiercely. That set him off, and his cockhead pulsated in her grasp. Jets of thick, milkish sperm shot from the end of his organ, arcing up and dropping into the weeds.
"Ooooooh, shit!" Edna said in pleasurable satisfaction, as he pulled his finger from her asshole with a pop.
He let her panties snap back and her skirt drop. He held his finger up.
"Speaking of shit," he said with a grin, calling her attention to the brown stain.
"Well, I'm Sorry!" She blushed.
He laughed. "Hell, I had my finger four inches up your asshole, baby! What do you think I expected-strawberry ice cream?"
He picked some discarded paper from a trash barrel and wiped his finger off.
"You're a dirty guy-do you know that?" Edna purred, cuddling up.
"Hell, honey ... I just try to give ladies what they like."
They kissed with nibbling lips, then tongues which stroked in the open. Finally their mouths caught and clung.
Rick had promoted himself a hot time with Edna for that night, he felt sure. He was just as certain that Jim was going to be mad at him, because the old man had wanted him to concentrate on the blonde. She interested Rick more, also. But, first things first ...
Around behind the girls' outhouse Jim stood and peeked through a knothole in the rough-boarded wall. He stroked his thick white mustache, and his blue eyes gleamed roguishly as he watched a pretty little sixth-grader, with short black hair, raise her skirt. Her name was Betty, and she had just turned twelve.
She turned, unconsciously directing her backside toward Jim, who sighted over the toilet bench. Down came her little white panties, and he gazed delightedly at her girlish bottom, which she prepared to place on the hole.
There was a very sparse scattering of tiny hairs along her tight-lipped babycunt. Her asshole was intriguingly small.
She squatted on the rustic toilet, and Jim heard her wee-wee splatter into the pit below.
The old fellow's penis swelled and started to get stiff.
When Betty raised her bottom and used toilet paper to dry her childish pussy, his cock got harder yet.
The young brunette was followed into the outhouse by a slender little blonde, who had to be at least a year younger. Her name was Lavonne, and she was a member of the fifth-grade group, Jim recalled from his list. Her panties were cute little pink ones, and she pulled them down as she presented her cheeky, small bottom to his gaze.
His old prick pushed against the interior of his clothes and quivered, because this child didn't have a hair between her legs or on her doll-like cunt. She poised herself above the toilet hole and peed.
"Uncle" Jim let his prick out of his pants and began to stroke the gnarled, thickly veined log, rolling his foreskin up and down.
The third girl to enter the outhouse was tall and a bit on the gawky side. She had brown hair and was another twelve-year-old, Jim figured-or almost. But she had no hair on her pussy, Jim noted, as she pointed it his way, and he pumped his old cock harder as she peed.
The fourth girl was blonde and cuddly, and Jim remembered that her name was Joyce. She was just eleven. Her panties were white, with little pink flowers, and her cunt was quite the prettiest he had seen yet.
Lust churned in his balls as her piss splattered lightly into the toilet pit. He rolled his loose hood faster up and down his sexual limb. Joyce raised her pretty bottom to wipe herself and, in the process parted the lips of her pussy just enough for him to glimpse moist pinkness within. Jim shot.
"Uuuuuuh!" he groaned as his semen pumped out the end of his quivering organ and splattered onto the ground.
The little girl straightened quickly, having heard the sound he made. She glanced about, but evidently didn't see the hole through which he had been spying on her. Nevertheless, she pulled up her panties in a hurry and left the John ...
Back in the bus, Jan-ice squirmed in her seat and wished they could get started. Most of the kids were back. But where was the tour director and that young punk driver-who, for some reason, had not been driving today? Not that she cared. If Rick didn't come back at all, she would feel relieved.
But he returned ... and smiled at her.
"It'll be quite awhile before we stop again," he said. "You wouldn't want to wet your panties."
She slapped his face, and several of the children looked around. Two little girls giggled.
Janice was blushing fiercely. Rick just grinned.
Edna returned and crawled past Rick to take the seat she had occupied before.
"Did you finally get to the hole?" he asked.
"Oh, for goodness sake!" Janice declared. "I'm going to sit somewhere else!"
She rose, but Rick didn't move his legs. Had she persisted and squeezed past, she would have been forced to rub against his knees and might have gotten her skirt hung up. She sat down again and angrily stared out the window.
"Look ... I'm sorry," Rick said after awhile. "I was just kidding around."
Janice didn't answer him.
"Forget about her," Edna whispered into his ear. "She hates men."
It didn't figure, he thought. A pretty, young girl like that! He wondered if she was a virgin.
Edna derailed his thought train by gliding a hand down his inner thigh and wiggling her fingers a little. They were only an inch or so from his cock and balls.
The last of the children returned to the bus, followed by Jim. He slid into the driver's seat and put on his dark glasses.
"California, here we come!" he called, then shut the door, and they were off ...
Chapter 2
Jim had contracted for the tour at a rock-bottom figure, which was all that the parents of Pleasant Valley could afford. Therefore, the overnight stops were to be at campgrounds rather than motels. They had three tents-one for the little boys, another for the girls, and a third small one for Jim and Rick.
After the tents were up, they broke out the victuals which Jim had provided, and he made dinner. Janice helped, while the kids ran and played about the campground. Edna sat with Rick under a tree.
"I should have worn pants," she said, squirming. "But those strait-laced people in Pleasant Valley insist on skirts for all the girl-students and the teachers-even when we go on field-trips!"
"I like that," Rick replied. "Pants are too hard to get into."
"You didn't have any problem getting into my pants this morning," Edna reminded him, cuddling up.
"Panties," he corrected. "They're never any trouble for me."
"You're so cocky!" Edna murmured, and licked him on an ear.
Suddenly she jumped and said, "Oooh! I think I'm sitting on a goddamned ant-hill!"
She leaped to her feet and started slapping at her backside. Rick, who remained seated, cast a quick glance around and saw that no one was looking. He lifted Edna's skirt and stared at the seat of her clingy white nylon briefs.
"Don't see any ants," he said.
Edna looked around, squirming, and her buttocks wiggled in her thin panties. "I think there's one inside!" she said.
Rick audaciously plucked at a leg elastic of her panties, stretching it away from a pertly rounded buttock. He peeked in, then brushed his fingers along her pantycrotch, knocking out a tiny insect.
"I got rid of the little bugger!" he reported.
"Ooooh, thank you!" Edna said, and sat down again, this time carefully tucking her skirt underneath her and around her thighs. She glowed warmly as she snuggled against the young man.
"This is going to be a hell of a trip!" she purred.
"You'd better believe it, baby!" he replied, and kissed her. She slipped her wet tongue into his mouth.
Some kids came running through the trees toward them, and they broke apart quickly.
"Except for those little bastards!" Rick amended his last remark.
"We can get away from them tonight," Edna said.
"How do you figure? You're gonna be in the girls' tent, and I'll be with Jim." He wanted to see what she had in mind.
"The kids will go to sleep early. So will Janice, I bet."
"Hey, what's with her? Is she always like she was today?"
"Oh, hell yes!" Edna said, "She's cold as a codfish! The talk is that she had a wild affair when she was very young, and the guy really messed her up-gave her a baby, and her folks had to have it aborted. They put the fear of God into her and turned her off men completely."
"That's a shame," Rick said.
Edna stared at him. "What's the matter-have you got the hots for her, when I'm available?"
"Shit, no!" Rick replied. "I was just curious, that's all."
"Well, take my advice and leave her alone. If you make a false move, she'll probably report you."
"To who? She's of age."
"To the school back home," Edna said. "Then you and Jim won't get any more business from them."
"We don't need it. We cover the whole country. Jim sends his brochures all over."
"Does he make a lot of money at this tour business?"
"Naw. That just gets him by." Rick's eyes twinkled. "But the tour fees ain't what he's doing it for."
"What then?"
"Never mind. Let's think about us. So you're gonna sneak out of the girls' tent late tonight and join me, huh?"
"Sure," she smiled. "I'll bring a blanket, and we can spread it on the grass. It ought to be warm tonight."
"What if it rains?" Rick asked, looking at the red-tinted horizon where the sun was just going down.
"Ooh, shit!" Edna said. "Do you think it might?"
"Well, I'd say the sky is threatening. But if it rains, we can go into my tent."
She stared at him. "With Jim there?"
"He won't give a damn."
"But maybe I will!" Edna said.
Rick chuckled. "Come on, baby, that'll just add to the fun."
"Heyyyy, he doesn't use you as a way to get women, does he? He's so old, I'd hate that!"
"Relax. He won't touch you. I doubt if he'll even look. Anyway, we won't need to light a lamp."
"Ooooooh, Rick. I don't know ... "
"Well, it probably won't rain."
"Let's hope not."
But rain it did. It started right after dinner, sending everyone scurrying into the tents. The deluge increased, pelting on the canvas.
The little girls loved it, and it kept them awake, laughing and chattering. Janice kept jumping off her cot in her pajamas, trying to quiet the kids down.
Edna lay, twisting and seething, thinking of how terrible it would be for her and Rick to share the small tent with Jim. She could forget it, of course. But she was awfully hot.
She had been in a perpetual state of heat since moving to Pleasant Valley, because she had to sneak around and be super careful in order to have any fun. She was a woman who needed sex often. That had broken up her marriage, because her husband had frequently worked late and she hadn't been able to resist playing around. When he finally had caught her at it, he had split.
The kids quieted down, and Janice seemed to be asleep also. The rain stopped, but the ground outside was too wet to lie on.
Edna squirmed. She wanted to get up and go to Rick. But with the old man in the same tent ... God!
She had done some mixed screwing in Chicago, but always with young guys. That could be fun. She hated to think of an old geezer creeping over her and diddling around. He probably couldn't really do anything, anyway.
Well, if he just lay there and kept quiet, it might be all right, she decided. She would tell Rick that she'd go into the tent only on that condition.
She got up silently and slipped a robe over her panties. She stuck her feet into galoshes and ventured outside.
The ground was very wet, and there were still a few drops coming down. But it was fairly warm. Edna stood outside her tent and waited.
Rick didn't come.
What's the matter with him? she wondered. Doesn't he know I'm ready?
Or doesn't he give a damn? He certainly is cocky!
It finally dawned on her that Rick was waiting for her to come to him-to walk right into his tent where that old man was!
He wants the kick of showing Jim that he can make me, I suppose, she thought. Damn him! I ought to play hard to get. But then, what if he loses interest and takes after Janice? If any guy can get into her panties, he just might!
Edna decided she didn't dare be independent. Besides, she was hurting.
She moved toward the tent which Rick and the tour manager shared, and her excitement increased. She hesitated for a moment outside the flap, then reached and drew it open and entered the dark tent.
"Rick?" she whispered.
"Over here, baby," he said.
"Aaw, hellfire ... " Jim groaned from her other side.
Discovering that the old man was awake, she had an urge to run. But she didn't. Her strange turn-on heightened, and she stripped off her robe in the darkness. She stepped out of her galoshes and sank to the dimly seen cot from which Rick's voice had come.
His arms went around her, drawing her down against and on top of him. It was a very narrow bunk. He was totally nude and had a hard-on already, Edna discovered as his log pressed against her panties. Her tits were compressed on his chest.
His warm mouth clamped onto hers, and his tongue fucked her. She squirmed.
Their cot was so close to Jim's that he could have reached over and touched her writhing ass in the white panties which showed up in the dimness. Instead, it was Rick's hand which wrapped themselves around her nylon-clad buttocks, and he wiggled her rondures sensuously, rubbing the satin mounds against each other and making her hotter yet. Her cunt was against his hard cock, with only the thinness of her briefs in between.
She breathed warmly through her nostrils as her tongue dueled with Rick's, moving into his mouth, then luring his tongue into hers. Her nipples felt hard enough to burst, stimulated by his firm chest and wiry hairs.
He broke his mouth from hers and whispered, "Go down on me, baby!"
"Not with him here!" she whispered back, raggedly.
"Aaw, Jim won't mind," Rick replied and raised his voice: "Hey, Jim-you don't care if Edna sucks my cock, do you?"
"Hell, no-let her go to it!" Jim replied from the other bunk.
Edna felt humiliated. But also, she was tremendously turned on. She raised herself enough to grasp Rick's rod, and squeeze it, and that gave him the opportunity to wrap his hands around her tits, which he could dimly see suspended in front of him, their beige nipples stiff. He took hold, squeezing the delightful resilience's, forcing her nipples farther out.
Edna was about a 36-C girl, he judged-not huge, but providing nice handfuls. Her tits were shapely and quite springy-firm for a woman of her age.
While Rick squeezed her jugs and rubbed them together, she teased herself by gliding her fingers across the ridge of his cock and onto its rubbery head. He didn't have a big bulb, but just enough rosy meat to neatly top off his circumcised rod. She ran her hand down his shaft and fondled his balls.
"Come on, baby-do it!" he urged.
Edna thought, Oh, why not?
She pointed the young man's prick straight up and twisted on the cot so that her panty-clad bottom was directed toward Jim's bunk. That way he wouldn't be able actually to see her mouth working on Rick's lollipop. With her knees on the edge of the cot, she bent forward, and her bottom expanded her thin panties. She leaned on one arm while she gripped Rick's shaft with the other. Her tongue came out and licked his cockhead.
She felt a tremor pass through him, and that added to her own excitement. So did his tangy masculine taste. She swirled her damply velvet tongue all around his glans, making it slick. Then she engulfed his knob in her mouth and gobbled low on his iron-hard, quivering shaft.
"Aaaaw, shit!" Rick groaned happily as the small-town teacher pumped her mouth on his prick.
All Jim could see was her upthrust ass in the white briefs. He could easily have petted it, but he had no desire to do so. That wasn't his thing. He had given up, years ago, fooling around with full-grown women. They demanded too much, and they weren't worth the trouble.
Still, he watched Edna's buttock-stretched panties quiver and her tousled head bob up and down.
"Is it good, young fella?" he couldn't resist asking Rick.
"You better believe it, man! Why don't you let her give you some?"
Hearing that, Edna bobbed her head all the faster, sucking Rick's luscious cock for dear life. Doing it in front of someone else and hearing her talent discussed added to her wanton stimulation. In a little while she would be willing to take on Jim too, she realized, old as he was!
But she didn't get the chance. Rick grasped her by the shoulders, lifting her, and her lips reluctantly released his slippery cock. He squirmed off the far side of the cot while pushing her down onto her back in the center of it. The springs sagged noisily.
She watched Rick's upthrust organ wave proudly as he knelt next to her feet, shoving them forward. He took hold of her panties at both sides, pulling them out from under her bottom, then up her legs which she lifted into the air. She dropped her feet to the mattress once again, and he opened her like an erotic book, hooking her heels on the side bars of the cot. Staring at her cunt in the dimness, he saw that she wasn't really blonde, and that didn't surprise him.
He held his lance in his hand and moved up.
As soon as his prick was out of sight below her hairy mound, Edna rolled her eyes toward the other cot and saw white-haired Jim propped on an elbow, watching.
"Oooh, Godddd!" she murmured with an excited shudder, just as Rick's cockhead kissed her flared, slippery slit.
His bulb glided past her petals, entered her slick, snug crevice and kept coming, followed by inch after inch of his thick, throbbing shaft until she was fully plugged.
"Oooooh!" she moaned voluptuously, squirming around his deeply sunk rod.
He propped himself on his elbows and filled both hands with her tits. He began to pull and thrust slowly, fucking his long dick in and out of her, and the cot creaked in sensuous rhythm.
Jim snaked a hand underneath the covers and began to play with himself.
"You've got such a ... long, hard tool!" Edna panted pleasurably.
He delivered slow, steady thrusts, his bulb nearly slipping out of her on the backstrokes, then surging all the way in, and he ground his bristly bush into her softer fluff. She squirmed and shook her boobies in his hands.
He tilted his head and kept stroking into her hot cunt as he dropped his mouth around a rigidly upthrust nipple. He compressed her boob, sucking as much of it into his mouth as he could, then glided the wet, contracting circle of his lips on her smooth titflesh, across her pebbled aureole and up to tug her bud of erectile tissue as high as he could stretch it before it popped back, shaking her mound.
He turned and treated her other titty in the same fashion.
All the while he kept fucking her with long, gliding strokes of his woman-pleasing pole. Edna lifted her legs in the air and squirmed, her wet fuck-flesh massaging and gripping him, rippling on his rod.
Jim stroked his own hard-on under the covers.
Rick could not keep up the long, slow strokes for long. The woman he was pronging was just too hot. Finally he grasped the backs of her legs and pushed them as far toward her head as they would go, bending her into a pretzel.
"Oooooh, Christ!" Edna exclaimed.
Rick jazzed her with short, choppy strokes, his shaft bearing firmly on her clit and giving her such a luscious sensation that she went wild. Her hips bumped fiercely against his cunt-impaling thrusts. Her tits leaped up and down. She flopped her head from side to side, her frosted mouth gaping.
She cried, "Oooooh, shit! GOD! Fuck me ... fuck meeeeee ... FUCK MEEEEEEE!"
She was screaming it at the end, not caring if the whole bloody campground could hear, and Rick romped her so hard and fast that the cot squeaked raucously.
She took stab after bony stab of his bliss-producing prick while Jim, in the bunk right next to theirs, merrily jacked off.
She came, seeming to open up completely and receive a blast of sheer ecstasy before she felt Rick twitch and spurt. He groaned, burrowing deep within her pleasure-giving flesh, and jerked again and again, pooling his sperm inside her.
Jim came. It was unusual for him to get off except with little girls. But this time had been good, because he hadn't had to touch the woman and risk rejection. Rick had taken all the risk and had done all the work. The older man liked that.
Rick writhed atop Edna, stirring his dong in her depths until it softened so much that it would not stir any more. He slowly pulled it out of her.
"Oooooooh ... " she sighed, lying limp.
"You okay?"
"Wonderful!"
"Was that worth walking through the rain to get?" Rick smugly inquired.
"I want to spend the rest of the night here!" Edna said, clutching the strong, handsome young man. She wrapped her legs around him.
"No good. If Janice wakes up, she might cause a fuss."
"Ooooh shit, Rick-don't be so fucking mean!" Edna murmured.
"The young fella's right," Jim spoke up from his bunk. "Scurry back to your bed now. We've gotta get an early start in the morning."
Well, Edna thought as she reluctantly got up, tomorrow's another day ... and another night.
Chapter 3
"I heard you last night," Janice said in a low voice. "You and that ... that punk!"
The two teachers were getting dressed on one side of a dividing curtain, while their girl-students dressed in the other section of the tent. At the moment, Janice wore her panties and Edna a garter belt and nylons.
"You were imagining things," Edna told the young blonde, whose round, full tits quivered lusciously as she moved about. They were not unlike slightly oblong cantaloupes, tilted up, with pink projecting stems. "Really, Jan, you ought to get yourself a boyfriend. Then maybe you would not be so frustrated and have sex on your mind all the time."
"Sex on my mind!" Janice exclaimed, forgetting the children momentarily and letting the volume of her voice rise. She caught herself and quickly lowered her tone as she continued angrily, "I wasn't the one who was rutting last night!"
"And aren't you sorry!" Edna cattily declared. She stepped into blue nylon underpants, which she drew up around trim buttocks and hips that complimented a woman of 30 years.
"Look at you in those sexy garters!" Janice hissed. "You only wear them to let men have a peak at your thighs when you cross your legs!"
"I wear them because I happen to hate pantyhose, if it's any of your business!" Edna shot back. "Of course, being a farm-girl yourself, you just slip around bare-legged!"
A giggle sounded from the other side of the curtain, indicating that the teachers' conversation was being overheard.
Janice decided to cool it, because her main concern, she assured herself, was to protect the morals of the children.
She and Edna scarcely spoke during the preparation of breakfast and, later, as the party was breaking camp and loading the bus. The young blonde took a separate seat, letting Edna sit alone on the back one. When the men boarded, white-haired Jim settled behind the wheel, as he surprisingly had done on the first day, and young Rick once more walked toward the rear of the vehicle to keep the women company.
"Morning!" he said, with a grin, to Edna. But he dropped into the seat next to Janice.
"I'm going to move!" the sassy girl with the pony tail declared and stood up.
Again Rick wouldn't let her by. She stood for a moment, staring at his tight-pantsed thighs, which blocked the way, then plumped her bottom back onto the seat and turned her head to stare out the window.
"Why are you so mad at me?" Rick inquired as the bus began to roll.
"I don't care to discuss it!" she snapped, not looking at him.
"Why don't you come back here, Rick, where you're appreciated?" Edna whispered from behind him.
Rick caught Jim watching him in the rear-view mirror and knew that if he didn't start making time with the potentially troublesome younger teacher, his job might be in danger. He ignored Edna and persisted with Jan:
"If I've done anything to offend you, I'm sorry."
"Your type just offends me!" Janice said, this time giving him a withering glance.
He was forced to shut up.
The bus traveled through pleasant farm country, and the children noisily had fun, the boys teasing the girls ... and sometimes vice versa. Janice had to speak up on several occasions to quiet them. Edna seemed content to let them whoop it up while she read a sexy novel.
At the first stop, Rick offered to buy Janice a cup of coffee.
"I don't drink coffee!" she said, and sashayed toward the little girls' room, her horse's tail swaying at her back as her plump buttocks writhed below.
"Give up!" Edna advised, beside him.
"Huh?"
"Quit trying to make her. I tell you, you won't get to square one."
Jim was watching, and Rick knew he was really concerned, or else he would have been looking at the little girls.
"She didn't take her purse with her, did she?" Rick remarked.
"I guess not," Edna said. "She must've left it on the bus. Well, that figures. She never fusses with her makeup like most girls."
"Do me a favor, huh?" Rick said quickly. "Get the kids back onto the bus as soon as you can."
"What's going through that devilish mind of yours?" Edna asked, her brown eyes sparkling.
"Just do what I said!" Rick declared, and hurried to catch Jim before he took off for the rest room ...
Janice sat on the pot and let her piss tinkle into the water. She rose, wiped herself, and flushed the John. She drew up her pale-pink, plain panties, snapping the elastic across her stomach, then let her skirt drop.
When she emerged from the stall, she noticed that the rest room was empty, except for herself. She quickly washed her hands, dried them, and left the service station's head.
She looked around and could scarcely believe her eyes: The bus was gone!
"Well, for goodness sake!" she said aloud.
"Worried?" a familiar male voice asked.
She whirled in that direction, and Rick stepped into view from the service station's bay.
"They left us behind!" she said, still amazed.
"Looks like it. Guess Old Jim got careless."
"Well, what're we going to dooo?"
"Jim probably won't be able to find this place when he comes back, looking for us. All these stations look alike. I'm going to grab a bus to the town where we figured on stopping tonight."
"I suppose that's a good idea," Janice said. "Ooh, heavens! I left my purse on the tour bus!"
"Yeah?"
"I don't have any money. You'll lend me some, won't you?"
Rick grinned slyly. "I'm not sure I ought to, considering how you've been acting toward me."
Janice frowned. "Now don't be like that! I'm stuck here unless you help me out."
"Not necessarily," Rick said. "You can probably get a guy to give you a lift."
Her blue eyes widened. "You mean you'd actually force me to ... bum a ride?"
"Unless you're nice to me."
"What does that mean?"
"Aaw shit, honey-you know."
She slapped his face.
"Okay, cunt!" he snarled. "Find a fucking ride if you can!"
He turned and strode toward the main part of town.
Janice panicked. The idea of being stranded, alone and penniless, terrified her.
"Rick!" she cried, and ran after him.
He stopped and turned to wait for her.
"Please lend me some money!" she said, swallowing her pride and blushing as she gazed imploringly at the nasty-talking young man.
"Let's get a room at that motel over there and we'll discuss it."
"What?"
"You heard me. It's either that or you can start thumbing."
"I hate you!" Janice exploded.
"If you're afraid of getting raped, forget it," he said with a sly grin. "I've never raped a woman yet, and I don't need to start now."
"Then ... what do we need a motel room for?" Janice asked, a bit subdued but still blushing strongly.
"So we can talk and make a deal."
"I won't give in to you voluntarily," she warned.
"That's understood."
The young teacher stared at the fellow who was tormenting her and decided he wouldn't dare force the issue, even in a motel room. He was probably hoping he could wear her down. Well, he would learn differently, she vowed.
"All right!" she said, raising her blonde head haughtily. "I'll go to the motel with you. But only to talk!"
"Sure," Rick said, and grabbed her arm to hustle her across the street.
Once inside the room, alone with him, Janice's haughtiness asserted itself once more. "I told you, I won't do anything!" she reiterated, sitting on a chair and facing away from the bed. "So I don't see what we're here for. You just wasted your money!"
"I don't think so," he said, and dropped to a kneeling position next to her feet.
She stared down at him, perplexed. He looked as if he was getting ready to propose!
But he surprised her by lifting one of her feet and removing her flat shoe. She didn't know what to say. so merely continued to watch in amazement as he lifted her bare foot toward his face.
His tongue came out and he began to lick her toes.
She was shocked. She tried to pull her foot back, but Rick maintained a firm hold on it. He caught her big toe in his mouth ... and sucked!
Janice's shock turned to consternation. Rick's sucking on her big toe tickled in a peculiar way ... but it didn't turn her on in the least, she assured herself. He was just making a fool of himself! But what was she to do about it?
Rick sucked his way along all five of her cute toes, using his tongue a lot. Then he looked up at her and grinned, continuing to hold her foot in his hand.
"Stop it!" she demanded, her cheeks rosy.
"Isn't that kind of fun?" Rick asked.
"No! It's disgusting!"
"Well, maybe you'll like this better," the handsome young man said, and licked along the inside of her ankle, continuing up her calf.
Janice became alarmed. Kissing her foot was one thing, but licking her leg was something else! She squirmed in an effort to pull her leg away from him, but he held on with determination and raised her leg slightly as he licked to the inside of her knee.
Her writhing caused her skirt to ruck high on her bare thighs and, with her legs somewhat parted as they were, Rick saw the strip of pink nylon which scarcely covered her crotch.
This is awful! Janice decided, and she commenced to kick at him with both legs.
That only caused her skirt to ruck higher, exposing more pink nylon ... encircling the tops of her thighs ... cuddling her buttocks ... and passing between her churning legs. Rick yanked forward on both of her legs, causing her to skid off the edge of the chair. Her skirt flipped up, and she landed hard on the seat of her panties on the carpeted floor.
"Let go of me!" she cried, embarrassed and frightened, kicking for all she was worth.
But Rick maintained a hold behind both her bicycling knees, pushing them back and well apart. Her thighs spread shamefully wide-open, and her secrets were shielded by only a two-inch-wide strip of nylon.
Rick dropped his tousled dark head between her thighs and shockingly clamped his mouth onto soft, girlish flesh halfway between her knee and her panties. He licked and sucked.
Janice's senses swirled. She had never had a man attack her like this before-even the boy with whom she had thought she was in love with, years ago. Rick's tongue on her sensitive inner thigh gave her prickly sensations of warmth. She was ashamed, but she couldn't turn off the sensation.
He licked higher ...
Oh, my God! she thought. He's working right up to my PANTIES!
She had to stop him ... but how? He had her flat on her back, with her legs parted and sticking up in the air at both sides of his head. All she could do was to flop and wriggle and beat at his tousled crown, which seemed to have no effect at all. His tongue stroked along her soft, quivering thigh until ...
"OOOH!" she exclaimed as the damp swab scurried onto her panty-crotch, tickling her pussy through the thin, stretched nylon.
What a sensation! Janice had never known anything like it. Her hot cunt began to palpitate. Her clitty tensed. Despite her firm resolve, the resistance seeped out of her. She would have fought to the end to prevent a brutal rape ... but this ... ?!
When Rick felt the tension flow from her legs, he lowered them and lifted his head. She appeared dizzy as she gazed up at him.
He grasped her pink panties at both hips, pulled the silky undergarment down, and gazed at her delectable blonde-haired pussy.
"Oooh, pleeeeeeease ... you promised!" she exclaimed, feeling suddenly helpless and tricked.
She feared Rick was going to mount her after pulling off her underpants. But instead, he lifted her legs high into the air once again, spreading them far apart, and dived head-first, smacking his mouth against her unfurled, pink-lipped cunt.
"OOOOOOHHH!" she moaned, and a shuddering shock of pure bliss went through her as Rick's nasty tongue slithered between her dewy rose-petals, licking the slippery, hard head of her clit.
She kept bumping and writhing, flexing her legs in the air, as Rick pleasured her in quite the filthiest way she had ever imagined, licking up and down her moist, soft girl-groove, tasting everything she had and driving her crazy with his fluttering tongue!
She had thought she hated men and hated sex, but she had never contemplated anything like this!
Her cheeky bottom bounced against the rug, and her cunt flowed like a gusher. Rick nosily slurped up and swallowed her tangy juice. She formed her hands into fists and beat them against the rug. She gasped. Her eyes rolled back.
As Rick caught and sucked her throbbing clit between his lips ... she came, bumping and moaning.
Rick raised his head.
"Oooooh, myyyy good-nesssss!" she breathed, trying to focus her vision.
Rick stood up, and the first thing she saw was him pulling his super-stiff penis out of his pants. What a cock he had-bigger by far than her young boyfriend's of years ago.
Rick gripped his upward-slanting prick and ran his fingers up and down on it, as if he were playing a piccolo. He watched Janice.
Her mouth went slack, and her eyes seemed to drift in and out of focus. She remained exposed.
Rick knelt next to her, took one of her hands, and curled it around his cock.
"Jack me off," he said.
"Whaaaaat?"
"Jack me off!"
Janice had been so excited when she was coming that she hadn't thought of what might happen next. Now she knew she was in a position where she could easily be screwed. Rick wasn't attempting to screw her, though. He was keeping his word!
She was surprised, and she didn't quite know whether to be glad or not as she began to pump on his stiff and lengthy dick, rolling the loose skin on the straight part of his shaft and watching his rosy glans swell.
Clear moisture leaked from the tip of his rod and dangled in a glistening strand which swung as she stroked his prick more rapidly ... more excitedly.
Oh, why doesn't he go ahead and fuck me? she thought.
Then, NO! I DON'T WANT IT!
She stroked Rick's rigid, long cock as hard and fast as she could until suddenly it twitched in her hand and sent spurt after spurt of milky sperm arcing off to splatter onto the rug. Her nostrils flared as she breathed in the musky, half-forgotten scent of male lust.
She let his cock go, and it slumped. He caught it before it could soil his trousers, and he milked the last pearl of semen from it before putting it away.
"Oooh, wowwwww," the young teacher breathed as she blearily sat up.
"Here are your pants," Rick said, and tossed the pink undies to her.
She quickly slithered into them, pulled them up with a snap of the elastic, and pushed her skirt down. Rick helped her to her feet, and she blushed.
He grinned. "That wasn't so bad, was it?" he asked, and drew her against him.
Her melon tits compressed against his firm chest, and his tongue searched her mouth. She pulled away.
"Pleeeeeeease ... " she said, and wouldn't look at him.
She felt ashamed and cheap ... but gratified! That was what surprised her.
Rick led her to the door of the motel room, and she realized that they hadn't talked at all. Then she saw why it didn't matter for, as they stepped out of the motel, the tour bus was waiting across the street, in front of the gas station.
"They found us!" she exclaimed, relieved ... then dismayed when she realized everyone on the bus was watching her emerge from the motel with Rick. Her reputation was ruined!
"Good old Jim!" Rick said as he hustled her across the street.
His tone of voice, and the twinkle in his eyes, told her it hadn't been by accident or good memory that the tour director had recalled the exact location where he had stopped earlier. Rick had set the whole thing up with him!
But why?
Not to make her. He hadn't tried. He had just pleased her in that nasty way with his mouth, and had gotten her to jack him off. He had humiliated her-that was what it was! But Jim and Edna-perhaps even the children-would think she had been screwed!
She hurried onto the bus, blushing fiercely and looking at no one.
"Hi, Miss Wilson!" one of the little girls said.
"Gee, Miss Wilson, we worried about you!" a young boy spoke up, and Janice thought she detected a snigger in his voice.
She slid into the seat where she had left her purse and sat, staring out the window. Her pussy was still damp, and her panties clung to her. She wished she could die! Rick sat beside her.
Jim grinned into his rear-view mirror as the young man tossed him a wink.
Edna, seated behind Rick, bored holes into his head with her jealous eyes.
Chapter 4
That evening, at the campground, the children played hide and seek while Rick and the teachers cleaned up after supper.
Joyce Jones, a blonde 11-year-old who was one of the prettiest of the little girls, ran breathlessly between some trees, looking for the boy who was "it". Suddenly she found herself face to face with Uncle Jim. She stopped in surprise and gave him a shy smile.
"Hello there, honey," the kind-mannered gentleman said, beaming.
"Is Alex hiding around here, Uncle Jim?" she asked.
"Well, now, I haven't seen him. But what do you say we take a look in those bushes, hmm?"
The little girl bent to look where Jim had pointed, and he stood behind her, eyeing her trim girlish hips in her loose-fitting, short skirt.
"Do you see him in there?" Jim asked, his voice turning a bit husky.
"No, I don't."
"Look a little closer," Jim suggested.
Thinking he was giving her a hint, Joyce bent lower to have a better look, and her skirt raised very high on her smooth, taffy-colored thighs. By bending slightly himself, Jim made out the white lacy trim on the edges of her little panties.
Suddenly Joyce was shocked to feel his hand glide up between her legs and touch her on the panty seat! She straightened quickly, blushing, and stared at the grandfatherly man. They were all alone, behind the bushes, in the gathering dusk.
"Why did you do that, Uncle Jim?" she asked.
"What do you mean-touch you between the legs?" Jim chuckled. "Why, that wasn't bad-now was it?"
"I don't know," Joyce replied. "But my mama always told me never to let anybody touch me there."
"You know, honey, mamas aren't always right about everything. Sometimes they just don't want their kids to have too much fun."
"Really?"
"Sure. Now you and I could have a lot of fun together. Want me to show you how?"
"Is it a kind of game?" Joyce innocently inquired.
"You can call it that, if you want to. Let's sit down here on the grass."
Joyce sat beside the kindly man. She liked him, even though he had startled her by reaching underneath her skirt. As he had said, it hadn't felt bad. In fact, it had felt kind of good.
She forgot about the game the other children were playing, because it hadn't been much fun, anyway.
"How do we play this new game, Uncle Jim?" she asked.
"Well, it's kinda like show and tell. Remember that from kindergarten?"
"Yes," Joyce said, and laughed disdainfully. "But that's a baby game."
"Not the way we're gonna play it," Jim replied. "Because we're gonna show something about ourselves ... and talk about it, too. Doesn't that sound like fun?"
"Well ... maybe. What are we going to show?"
"You know that cute little slit that you've got between your legs?" Jim said. "Why don't you show me that?"
Joyce's cheeks turned rosy. "It's not nice to show thaaaaaat!" she said.
"Some more of your mama's talk, huh? Well, I think it would be very nice! And if you show it to me-and tell me about it-I'll show and tell you about what I've got. I'll bet you've never seen what a man has between his legs, hmmmm?"
"I think I'd better go," Joyce said, flustered, and started to get up.
"Now, honey, would I hurt you?" Jim asked, clutching her arm to keep her on the grass beside him. "Ask yourself that."
"Well ... I guess you wouldn't."
"Of course not! And aren't you just a tiny bit curious about what a man looks like inside his pants?"
"But Mama said ... "
"Forget your mama! That's why you came on this trip, to have some new experiences-wasn't it?"
"Yes, I guess so."
"Then let's just lift your little skirt, like this ... " Jim gently raised the loose-fitting garment to expose her cute girlish underpants. "And take down your little panties ... " he added, his gnarled fingers creeping up onto the clingy floral-painted nylon.
Joyce was confused and a little frightened. But she felt strangely excited, also. She had wondered about what men and boys had and whether it was much different from her thing. They had never talked about it in school-that is, the teachers hadn't. Of course, the kids had said all sorts of dirty things, but she hadn't know what to believe.
She let Uncle Jim gather her soft panties in his hands and pull them down, drawing them out from under her bottom. The grass tickled her suddenly bare little ass.
The white-haired man drew her panties all the way off. She kept her legs together, because she was bashful. But her odd excitement was growing.
"Okay, honey ... now you show me that cute little thing of yours and tell me what you call it," Jim said, eyeing the bump at the base of her straight tummy.
"You just want me to ... spread my legs apart?" Joyce asked, her childish pulse pounding.
"Sure. That'd be great!"
"Well ... all right. But only once."
The 11-year-old girl spread her legs wide, and Jim stared at her delectable, hairless cunt. Just the edges of her inner pussylips could be seen, and they were a dainty pink.
"What do you call it?" Jim asked huskily, drinking in the delightful sight.
"Just my thing, I guess," Joyce replied, and tried to shut her legs. But Jim held her knees apart and asked, "Don't you know any other names?"
"Well, there's one dirty word I've heard some of the kids use."
"How do you know it's dirty?" Jim asked. "Tell me and we'll see."
Joyce hesitated for a few moments. Then she thought, I guess it's all right to say it as long as he asked me to.
"Pussy," the little girl shyly replied.
Jim smiled. "Pussy! My, yes! That's a sweet name, and I don't think it's dirty at all. Would you like me to touch your pussy, Joyce, just to see how it'd feel?"
"Is it ... all right?"
"Why, sure!"
Jim reached out and touched the tip of his middle finger to the young girl's soft but snug little cunt. She jumped.
"Oooooh, Uncle Jim!" she exclaimed, blushing stronger. "That feels funnn-eeee!"
"But good, huh?" He beamed and ran the tip of his finger lightly up and down her babyish, delicate slit.
"Ooooooh, yessssss!" she hissed, wriggling. "It tickles niiiiiiice!"
Jim worked his finger slightly between the elastic lips of her pussy so that he could contact the tiny tip of her clitoris. She jumped again. She felt very warm down there, and she didn't understand it. But she thought it must be good.
She also thought her mama wouldn't have approved of it, and that made her feel guilty.
"Maybe you'd better stop," she said, finding it difficult to breathe.
"Okay," Jim replied. "I'll show you what I've got now."
He unzipped his pants, and the little girl was all eyes, though still blushing, as he reached into his fly. He brought out the strangest thing she had ever seen-long and thick and kind of wiggly, but somewhat stiff, also, as it curved forward, sort of hanging in mid-air. Uncle Jim took a hold on it and rolled back the outer brownish skin, exposing a pink, rounded part with a ridge at the back.
"My goodness!" the little girl cried, staring intently. "What do you call that?"
"Haven't you ever heard any names for a boy's thing?" Jim asked.
"Well, yes." Joyce looked away. "But I don't want to say them." She glanced back at the strange organ. "Is your thing just like a boy's thing?"
"Pretty much, except mine's bigger. And I've got some hair around it-see?" He drew his fly and underwear back, letting mixed brown and gray hairs gush out.
Joyce put a hand to her childish, blushing cheek. "Gosh!" she said.
"Go on," Jim urged, slowly stroking his loose, leathery foreskin up and down on his semi-turgid penis. "What do you call this, hmmm?"
"A peeker?" young Joyce asked, blushing hard.
"Damn yes!" Jim said, chuckling excitedly, and his stem stiffened. "That's a real good word! Know any others?" He kept stroking himself, and now his thick, blue-veined organ stuck way up, impressing-and even frightening-the little girl.
"A cock?" she asked, pronouncing the word slowly and carefully, because she had never said it before.
"Oooh, yessss!" Jim groaned. "Touch my cock, Joyce honey! Take hold of it!"
She reached out a trembling hand. She was frightened ... but fascinated, also. Her strange excitement continued.
A pleasurable tremor passed through Jim's body as the little girl's fingers curved around his big old stalk.
"Now stroke it ... like I was doin' ... " he said, breathing hard.
Joyce began to stroke his organ, not sure she was doing the right thing but kind of liking it. Her mother would never know, she felt sure.
"Faster!" Jim husked, and placed his hand in her crotch once again.
She pumped the foreskin up and down on his meaty prick as fast as she could while he pressed and petted the wiggly, warm softness between her legs. She squirmed excitedly, not understanding the strange feeling that had come over her.
Jim groaned and jerked. Suddenly the oddest thing happened as the little girl clutched his cock, rolling the loose skin rapidly up and down across its ridge: Something white and slimy shot out the end of his pecker as his shaft twitched warmly in her hand. The stuff had a funny smell.
She let go of Uncle Jim's cock and it waved in the air. It spurted some more as he wiggled the lips of her little pussy, and she got hotter yet.
Then it was all over. Uncle Jim's cock had stopped shooting, and he took his hand away from her.
"Okay, honey," he said. "Put your little panties on and go join your friends. But don't tell 'em about this. Let it just be our secret, hm?"
Flustered and still feeling hot and nervous, Joyce pulled up her panties, jumped to her feet, and ran off.
She didn't know quite what to make of what had happened or how it had made her feel ...
Another female member of the group who was in a quandary was Jan ice. She felt like a fool after the motel incident, and she blamed Rick and his boss for it. Still, she had gotten such guilty pleasure from Rick's treatment in the motel that she couldn't be too angry with him, though he had humiliated her in front of Edna and everyone else. The other woman had been giving her verbal digs all day, and that just made matters worse.
Rick was attentive and pleasant, as if nothing unusual had happened. And he hadn't tried to come on with her again.
Until now ... when they settled down by the campfire. The children were off playing, and Jim had hiked down the road to a tavern. Rick sat at Janice's side, then ran an arm around her and reached forward underneath her arm to lightly squeeze one of her tits. She slapped his hand away.
Edna, who was stowing the last of the cooking utensils, noticed that, and she came over to sit at Rick's other side.
"Now that you've satisfied your curiosity about both of us," she said, placing her hand in his lap, "how about you and me getting it on, hm?" She began to play with him through his clothes.
Outraged, not only by what the other woman had said but by her blatant sexual pitch, Janice leaped to her feet and took off toward the ladies' outhouse.
Almost immediately she heard footfalls behind her, and Rick trotted up.
"I've got to take a leak, too," he explained with his usual boyish grin.
Janice stopped and stared at him. "I detest your vulgarity!" she said.
"Aaw, for Christ sake!" he muttered. Then, more genially, "Okay. I'm sorry."
Janice turned and was on her way again. Rick once more fell in step.
"The men's place is over there!" she said, pointing.
"Yeah, I know it!"
Janice walked on into the ladies' two-holer, finding it empty. Rick stepped in after her and shut the door. She gasped.
"Get out of here this instant!" she demanded.
He yanked her against him and pressed his lips to hers. She struggled, beating at him, and he was forced to let her go.
"Are you going to get out," she asked, red-faced, "or am I going to have to scream?"
"Go ahead and scream if you want to," he said. "But it'll cause a fuss. Is that what you want?"
Janice bit her lip.
She stood stupidly and watched Rick unzip his pants. He pulled out his limber penis, pointed it at a hole, and started to piss. Blushing fiercely, she looked away.
"Go ahead and sit down," Rick said. "I've watched girls take a leak before."
"I don't have to just take a leak, damn it!" the young teacher retorted, so angry that she had forgotten to watch her words.
"Well, shit then," Rick said amiably, still peeing. "I'll wipe your ass when you're through."
Janice resented him for taking liberties and for embarrassing her. She was damned if she would let him force her out of her own toilet, where he had no right to be! What was she, just some namby-pamby jerk that everyone could push around and make fun of?
She lifted her skirt, whipped down her panties, and squatted over the toilet.
The hell with him! she thought as she shitted. A long, neat turd pleasurably slipped out to plop noisily into the pit.
Rick laughed as he milked the last few drips of urine from his dong and shook it dry. Janice tried not to look at his meaty, rosy-headed cock, but she couldn't keep from doing so. She blushed fiercely as she snatched some toilet paper from the roll that hung on the rustic wall and raised her bottom to wipe it.
Rick quickly moved in, taking the paper from her hand.
"Noooooh!" she said, but without much conviction. She let Rick turn her around and bend her forward.
Though embarrassed, she was oddly thrilled as Rick inspected her ass. She thought, This is just awful! But she let him wipe her tingling asshole, which didn't require much attention since she'd had a very clean passage.
Rick pulled up her panties, gave her a slap across her bouncy, nylon-sheathed buns, and let her skirt drop. She hustled from the outhouse and, with glowing cheeks headed back toward the campfire.
Edna watched her approach, with Rick behind her.
"Did you two actually use the same John?" the other teacher asked as they approached.
"Oh, shut up!" Janice snapped.
"Sure, we used the same John," Rick said amiably. "Jealous?"
He dropped down next to Edna and gave her a peck on the lips. She clutched him and ground her soft, loose lips against his firm ones, parting them and slipping her devilish tongue between. He gave it a suck, then pushed it back into her mouth with his own. She sucked his tongue hard.
He began to toy with her tits.
Janice turned away.
The situation is impossible! she thought. Rick just gets fresher and fresher, with both of us! Soon he's going to expect both of us to make love to him at the same time.
I can't take it!
"I'm going to call home!" she announced, glaring at the kissing couple.
They broke apart.
"Who are you going to call?" demanded Edna.
"The head of the parents' committee. I'm going to tell him what's going on here."
"You don't mean it!" Edna said, and leaped up.
"I most certainly do!" Janice declared, her cheeks blazing. "I can't put up with this ... this blatant immorality, when there are children around!"
"Ooh, for Christ's sake, Janice!" Edna said with disgust. "If you want Rick, take him! Go over into the bushes some place and screw! I'll round up the children!" She stomped off.
"There you are!" Rick grinned, standing and moving over to the surprised blonde. "We've got a clear field tonight."
He drew her against him, and she trembled, looking up into his handsome, boyish face.
"Rick ... damn you!" she whimpered.
"Yes ... yes ... "
He nibbled at her lush pink lips, licked them, and worked them apart with his slippery tongue. She let him sink his long tongue into her mouth, and she clutched him.
Tonight, God help her, she wanted to fuck!
Chapter 5
"Oooh, it's so long and stiff!" Janice purred, caressing his handsome, upthrust rod. "I thought I'd never take another one of these inside me, but you've worked me up so much ... "
They were seated on the grass in a secluded moonlit nook, and Rick had opened his pants to let his woman-pleaser out.
"Why don't you suck it?" he suggested.
Janice drew back. "That's nasty!"
"Edna didn't think so."
"Edna sucked your ... your cock?" Janice blushed.
"I couldn't have stopped her if I'd tried."
"Well, Edna and I are different." She turned away and let his dick stand free.
"You're both female, and cocks are the things that females suck. Everybody enjoys sucking. Men suck titties."
"Oooh, Rick, you're so nasty!"
Her blue eyes glinted in the sparse light, and he wasn't sure if she was praising or condemning him. She wasn't sure herself.
"Take out your tits, honey, and let me see them," he said.
"Please don't call them tits!" Janice said. "There's a nicer word."
She opened her simple, shirt-style blouse, shrugged it off her shoulders, and turned to let Rick get at the hooks of her brassiere. He released them and reached forward, inside her slack bra cups, to fill both hands with her supple, nipple-studded globes. She took the bra away and looked down at his strong fingers curling partially around her big bulbs, squeezing them and forcing her rosy nipples forward.
He pinched each nipple between a finger and thumb and rolled them, making them grow even longer. They throbbed, and Janice thrilled. She squirmed against the grass.
"Oooooh, Rick ... !" she sighed heatedly.
He turned her and was about to go down on her boobs when she held him back. "Promise me you won't have anything more to do with Edna," she said.
"Nope."
"Rick!"
"This isn't a love affair, baby. We're just having fun. We're both grown up and we've had experience. We don't have to kid ourselves."
"Darn you! You make me feel so cheap!"
He lowered his head, licked one of her thrusting nipples, and drew it into his mouth. He sucked on her firm, tasty spigot, tugging at it so that her milk sac wobbled. He rolled her other titty in his hand.
Janice was so hot that she didn't know what to do. She grasped his cock.
He straightened up and let her look at what she was holding. The neat pink head of his vibrant organ seemed to glow in the moonlight. She kept staring at it.
"Go down," Rick whispered.
"I've ... never done it."
"You know you want to."
"I doooooon't ... !" she said weakly.
"Give me some head."
"You're nasty."
"Just take it in your mouth and get the taste of it," he said. "If you don't like it, you can quit."
She leaned closer. Her brain reeled lightly as the subtle fragrance of Rick's cock drifted up her nostrils. She really didn't want to suck him, she assured herself.
She lowered her head further and kissed the upthrust tip of his dick.
It tasted salty, but it wasn't too bad. The pressure of Rick's rounded glans teased her lips. She let her lips part a little, taking the head of his cock between them. Her senses swirled more giddily.
Suddenly she dropped her head the rest of the way, and Rick's splendid prick speared up into her mouth, soaking there as her lips encircled the iron-hard shank of his organ. She breathed through flaring nostrils. She tasted him thoroughly.
She began to pump her lips up and down, thrilling their nerve-ends as they glided against his hardness, feeling his veins and little ridges. She sucked, and thrilled all the more.
Rick played with her full, dangling tits.
Suddenly she raised her head, leaving his cock wet and gleaming, throbbing as it stuck straight up.
"You can't screw me!" she blurted. "I'm not protected-I'll have a baby!"
"Then suck me off."
"Oooh, God no!"
"I'll screw you and pull out," he promised.
"I can't trust you."
"Shit, Janice, we're gonna do it some way!" he said.
"Let me j-jack you off again."
"The hell with that! I'll stick it in your asshole."
"NOOOOOH!" she said, shocked.
"Then let's fuck, God damn it!"
"Isn't there something you can wear-a rubber or whatever they call it?"
"I don't use rubbers!"
"Then ... ?"
"I'll pull out, I tell you. Lie down and take off your pants."
"Rick!"
He pushed her onto her back, titties bobbling, and he flipped her skirt waist-high. He grasped her panties at both sides and removed them in a single sweep. She spread her legs.
"Oooooh, Rick ... !"
"Don't worry. I'll withdraw."
He pushed down his pants and shorts, then mounted her.
She had said she would never let this happen again. She had thought she didn't want it to happen, and she hadn't until today. Now she could not get along without it.
She thrilled as Rick parted the pink draperies of her cunt and nestled his throbbing cockhead between them. He pushed. His eight inches glided sickly into her, sticking all the way up inside her belly, and she clutched him, pulling him down against her boobs.
"Oooooooh!" she whimpered, grinding her hips around his deeply sunk rod.
She was tight, but she had gotten so excited that her fuckhole was slippery, and he could move with ease-slowly in and out, in and out.
"Like it?" he asked.
"Wowwww!" she shuddered. "How long has it been?"
"Ooooh God ... years!"
She began to fuck with him. Her fleshy buttocks patted the grass as her hungry cunt tilted rhythmically upward to take his every thrust. She stared up past his head at the brightly shining stars in a dark velvet sky, and then they all seemed to swim as she was gripped by fierce lust.
She clawed Rick's back through his shirt and hammered her demanding twat at him. He was riding her just right, rubbing her hot clit-head with every stroke. She gasped and moaned. She let out a little squeal.
They fucked fiercely, his stabber surging deep into her snug crevice with each plunge. Their well-greased, pumping organs made lurid, slurpy sounds. Her tits shook against his hairy chest.
She lifted her legs and bicycled them in the air as Rick pounded his long prick home, driving deeply into her and making her love it.
"Ooooh, Rick ... Rick ... !" she panted. "Oooooh, baby ... yessssssss!"
She came, her body enveloped by throbbing heat that gratified her female soul. Rick kept fucking her. She rose from the first climax toward a second. She didn't care if she had twins. Quadruplets, even!
Rick went to the short strokes, driving his strong dick quickly up and down in her rippling, clasping girl-hole. He gave her another flash of orgasm ... and another yet. She clawed and panted, moaning loudly. She came a fourth time, shaking and thrilling to her innermost depths.
Rick pulled his prick out and reared back, letting his long wand bob springily in mid-air, shooting blast after blast of musky-scented semen over her head, then into her hair, and down across her titties.
"Ooooooooooh ... " she sighed when it was finally over.
"Shit!" said Rick. "That was good! But, damn it, get on the pill!"
She pawed at herself, trying to wipe off his muck. "But I can't! I don't know who to go to."
"Get some from Edna!"
"No, I'd die first!"
Rick stood up, but Janice lay there, her heart thudding, her entire body bathed in blissful satisfaction ... along with Rick's spilled cum. So this was what she had been denying herself for so long, she thought-better by far than what she had gotten from her high school sweetheart when they were both sixteen!
Rick was so thrillingly big!
Well, not now, she noted, as she watched him tuck his soft dingus away. But when he was stiff and excited-God, he seemed to reach all the way to her throat!
She thought she loved him.
Edna paced in the tent, bugged by her students who were throwing pillows about. Usually she just ignored the brats, but now she couldn't take the hubbub, thinking about Rick screwing Janice outside somewhere.
She pulled on her robe and strode from the tent, vowing to teach Rick a lesson. She walked to his tent, jerked back the flap, and entered.
Old Jim, full of beer, lay on his back, puffing like a beached whale. He had left the lamp on, and he hadn't even bothered to undress, except for his shirt and shoes.
The sight and sound of him turned Edna off, but she approached his bunk anyway. She took off her robe.
"Hey!" she said, gazing down. She wore a shorty nightgown over frilled pants.
Jim didn't respond.
Edna leaned forward, letting her tits dangle in their flimsy cover, and she shook his fleshy, bare shoulder. Still, she couldn't rouse him.
Dead drunk! she thought. Shit!
Her scheme to get back at Rick by giving herself to his elderly boss was no good. So what was she to do now? Go back to her bed like a good little girl and forget Rick and Janice? She'd be damned if she would!
She turned out the lamp in the tent which Rick and Jim shared. Then she walked to Rick's bunk, yanked back the covers, and crawled in.
She hadn't noticed that Jim's eyes were open, following her hazy form in the dimness as she'd crossed the tent. She didn't see the sly smile on his face.
She lay in the dark and waited. It was tough, imagining what was happening out on the grass. It wasn't that she loved Rick. But he was a handsome guy, and an awfully good stud, and she hated to have that prissy, stupid Janice take him away!
She squirmed, and the cot creaked.
Finally she heard a sound outside, and she lay perfectly still. The flap of the tent was opened, and Rick came in.
"Jim?"
"Yeah."
Edna was surprised that the old man was awake.
"I got to the blonde," Rick reported proudly, as he began taking off his clothes in the darkness.
"Good," Jim replied. "But let's not talk about it now."
"Well, I just want you to know you won't have to worry about either of those broads," Rick went on, his tone revealing self-satisfaction. "I'll keep 'em both so busy that they won't find out what you're doing with the kids or even give a shit."
Jim noisily cleared his throat.
"What's the matter?" Rick asked. "Are you catching a cold?"
"No, you dumb jackass!" Jim said. "We ain't alone."
"Huh?"
"Check your bunk."
Naked, Rick turned toward his cot and made out Edna's form, huddled under the covers, just her fluffy waves sticking out above the sheet and blanket. He yanked the covers down.
"What the hell!" he said.
Edna kept her eyes closed. She didn't want Rick to know she had overheard his conversation with Jim.
"You awake?" the young man asked apprehensively .
There was no answer.
"How long's she been here?" Rick inquired of Jim.
"Half an hour, maybe."
Rick slid onto the cot, shoving Edna over to the edge and snuggling against her. She made a slight sound and let her eyelids flutter. Rick wrapped his hand around an elliptical titty, squeezing it through her gauzy gown.
"Mmmmm, that feels good ... " she purred sleepily.
Rick twanged her nipple through the nylon, making it stiff.
"Did you have fun with Janice?" she inquired with an acidic tinge.
"Sure."
"You dog."
"Now I'm going to have fun with you."
"A natural-born sheik," she said. "You'd enjoy a harem."
"Better believe it."
He kissed Edna's soft, pliant lips, tasting her with his tongue. She nibbled teasingly on his tongue-tip.
He slid a hand down her back and fondled her springy-firm buttocks through her lacy pants.
"Did Janice take all the starch out of you?" she inquired, groping for his cock.
She found the warm, smooth rope and lifted it, tickling the knot at its end. Meanwhile he pushed the scoop neckline of her nightie down and pleasured himself by licking and lip-tugging at her stiff nipples. The combination of her fondling his cock and his sucking her titties produced a resurrection of his recently diminished ardor, and she cooed with satisfaction as she fingered his stiffness.
"I shouldn't let you have me after you were just with her ... " Edna said.
"But?" He chuckled.
"Yes, damn you!"
She hotly fastened her moist mouth to his, and they kissed with churning tongues. His cock twitched in her hand.
"Fuck me!" she breathed into his ear.
"I want to do something else first," he said.
"What's that?"
"I want to fuck your tits."
She giggled. "You have funny ideas."
"Yeah. Lots of 'em."
He tossed off the covers and swung atop her, yanking her nightie all the way down her arms to get it out of the way. He knelt astride her middle, his prick sticking out and upward like a bowsprit.
"Why don't you lubricate it first?" he suggested.
"After you just had it in her?" she asked, making clear her displeasure.
"Sure. The taste of pussy isn't bad. Take it from a guy who knows."
He crawled farther forward and lifted her head, tilting it toward his dick. She smelled Jan-ice's cunt on him, and it was not too appetizing, but she went ahead anyway, opening her mouth and sticking out her tongue. Her eyes rolled, and she saw Jim watching, propped on an elbow.
Shuddering with giddy excitement, she began to lick Rick's rod, trying not to breathe in too much of the raunchy scent which it carried. But she couldn't fail to taste and swallow its mixed flavor of cock and pussy. Pretty soon she didn't mind and took as much of his prick into her mouth as she could hold. She sucked it like a candy stick, gliding her clasping lips from near the base, back to the head, and off with a swirl of her tongue. She did this over and over, thrilling to the taste now, and to the feel of his hardness. She coated his cock quite thoroughly with her slippery saliva.
He backed up to straddle her just in front of her tits.
"Lift 'em," he said, "and make a nice little furrow for me to slide into."
Edna gripped her titties at their sides, stretched the boobs upward, and Rick glided his slick cock between. He stroked in and out, forward and back, rubbing his slippery rod against her smooth, soft titflesh.
The wiry hair around the base of his shaft tickled the undersides of her boobs. She wiggled them up and down along his stroking organ.
"Shit!" she said, giggling. "This is kinda fun."
His cock was practically surrounded by her folded-over flesh, and it was as if he was poking through a tunnel. He tilted her fluffy head forward once more, and she accommodatingly stuck out her tongue, touching the tip of his tit-fucking dick each time it surged toward her face.
He wanted to finish like that and splash his spunk in her face, but he was afraid that wouldn't please her. It was necessary to keep her, as well as Janice, happy.
He backed up, spread her legs with his hands and knelt between them.
"I still have my pants on, you dope!" she exclaimed, laughing.
"Well, pull 'em aside! I'm ready to stick you!"
Edna did as he had directed, and he drove his cock past the lacy edge of her panties into her wet, ready cunt. He sank his entire eight inches into her, stirred her cauldron, and she moaned.
She released the leg elastic of her panties and, as he stroked in and out of her steamy twat, he felt the lace-trimmed elastic rub against his long pole. He leaned on one elbow and played with her tits.
"Oooooooo!" she cooed. "Ooooooh! You've got a great fuck-machine, Rickie!"
He chuckled and kept socking it in. The cot creaked. Jim watched from the next bunk.
Edna swirled her man-loving cunt around the young fellow's rod, bumping every now and then, which made her pussy seem to gulp at him. He maintained a slow, steady rhythm, sinking deeply into her clasping warmth with every plunge. She activated her internal muscles, rippling them along his pole, and she hoped that might give him some pleasure which the less-experienced Janice hadn't been able to provide.
He gradually increased the tempo and vigor of his strokes, which seemed to prove his appreciation. Edna crossed her legs high over his back and pulled against him, working her hips in perfect time with his.
They fucked harder, her well-oiled cuntflesh warmly caressing his every stroke. His balls swung against her lightly clad crotch. Her panty elastic, with its ticklish lace trim, kept dragging along his rod.
His rigid, deep-reaching thrusts gave her the pleasure she craved, and she forgot he had been with Janice. She forgot about old Jim, also. She and Rick had the world to themselves.
She pounded her warmly enveloping cunt up to him, and he speared it to his balls with every plunge. His hard column sawed against her clit-tip. She gasped. The tension built within her.
When Rick finally switched to the short strokes, she was ready, and they jazzed each other rapidly. She came, bumping and squirming.
Rick shot. He continued twitching, deep inside her, as his drawn-up balls spewed forth the jism they had manufactured since his romp with Janice. Then finally he lay still, his cock softening. He let it ooze out of Edna and got up.
She rose dizzily to a sitting position and restored her tits to her gauzy gown. She adjusted the crotch of her panties, which was quite wet.
"That's the first time I was fucked with my pants on," she remarked.
"Any complaints?" Rick inquired, standing next to the bed.
"Oooooh, baby, you know better than that."
She reached for his wet, limp cock, stretched it toward her, and kissed it.
He gave her a kiss after she stood, then a pat on her nylon-sheathed buttocks.
"See you in the morning, hm?" he said.
"Okay."
She started out of the tent, turned toward the older man's cot, and said, "I hope you enjoyed yourself, Jim."
"It was interesting," he admitted.
Drawing her robe about her as she left, she pondered what she had overheard between the two men. They probably were convinced that she had been asleep, which was just as well. Old Jim had something in mind for the children, and she wondered what it was.
She decided she would have to find out ...
Chapter 6
While the grown-ups packed the bus the next morning, most of the children played about the campground. Little Joyce sat alone, however, and thought about what had happened the evening before.
She couldn't get the image of Uncle Jim's big old cock out of her impressionable mind. It was the first man's or boy's thing that she had ever seen, and it had been scary-especially when it had shot out that milky white stuff!
But it had been kind of fun to pump her hand up and down on it, also, and to feel it throb and twitch. Uncle Jim had sure enjoyed that. She could tell.
She had enjoyed him petting her pussy, also. That had really felt good! It had made her all nervous and warm, a feeling which she hadn't yet gotten completely over.
Mainly, though, Joyce was bothered in her mind. Her childish curiosity was working nonstop:
Did boys her own age have big, stiff things like Uncle Jim's? Well, they probably weren't as big, since he was a full-grown man and an old one, at that. But did they get hard like his? And did they shoot out stuff?
What was a thing like that really for, she wondered.
Blond-haired Alex approached the bench where she was seated and glanced shyly at her. He was headed back to the bus, it looked like. Though he was rough and sometimes talked back to the teachers and Uncle Jim, he was bashful around girls. Joyce thought he might be a good one for her to get some answers from, because he wouldn't be too pushy with her. Anyway, she kind of liked him.
"Alex?"
He stopped and looked at her, not smiling.
"Come here," she said.
The slim, wiry 12-year-old walked over. "What-ta you want?" he asked.
"To talk. Sit down."
He sat and looked sideways at the pretty little blonde.
"What do you know about sex, Alex?" she asked straight-out.
"Huh?"
"You know what I mean-making out. How do guys and girls do it?"
"What're you asking me for?" he asked, blushing a little.
"Because you seem like you know a lot."
"Well, I don't care to talk about it." He stood up.
"Wait! We don't have to talk, if you don't want to. Let's just ... uh ... go behind those bushes over there."
"Why do you want to do that?" he asked, blushing more.
Joyce blushed, also, but she pressed forward: "Because I want to look at your thing."
It seemed for a moment that Alex was going to run like a spooked colt. But he didn't. Curiosity was working on him as well.
"Will you show me yours?" he asked.
"Sure," she said, and tried to make it sound casual, though she was very tense.
They went behind the bushes together.
Joyce knew they didn't have much time, and she didn't want to take much time. But she had to find out what boys were like.
"Well, open your pants!" she said to Alex.
"You lift your skirt up first," the lad bargained.
"Oooh, all right."
Joyce slowly raised her skirt, exposing bare, smooth thighs which widened just a little toward their tops. Alex stared at her flower-printed panties, and he squirmed. The sight was getting to him.
Joyce didn't notice his problem, because she felt embarrassed herself. Still, she went ahead and pulled her panties aside, showing him her hairless bump and the front of her delicate, little-girlish slit.
"There!" she said, her cheeks rosy.
"Wowwww!" Alex exclaimed, bending down for a better look-and also to hide his young hardon. "That's where it goes, huh?"
"Where what goes?"
"A guy's cock, of course!" Alex said, straightening up.
That was when Joyce saw that the front of his pants was pushing forward. She snapped her panties back and dropped her skirt to conceal them.
"It's hard, isn't it?" she asked, staring.
"Yeah. It gets like that sometimes." Alex was nervous, not sure whether to be ashamed or not.
"Let it out," Joyce requested.
"Hard and all?"
"Yes!" She could scarcely wait.
Alex unzipped his pants and let his boyish dick spear forth. It was stiffer than Uncle Jim's, poking almost straight up, but it was an awful lot smaller and didn't have any wrinkly brown skin on the outside. In fact, it was all white and baby-pink, really cute!
"Can I touch it?" Joyce asked excitedly.
"Gosh, yeah!" the lad said. "If you'll let me touch yours."
They got down onto the grass, and the boy pushed Joyce's skirt up around her middle. She became very excited as he lulled her little panties down, and she reached out to clutch his stuck-up, hard-as-rock, childish rod.
He made her spread her legs.
"Wow!" he said again as he gazed at her pussy close-up.
With her legs wide open, her slit opened a trifle, revealing just the edges of the pink folds within. But it remained pretty snug, and it was hard to see how a guy could get his thing into it.
Alex reached out and fingered the little girl's elastic pussylips apart. That revealed more wiggly pinkness and the tiny way into her belly.
Joyce wrapped her hand around the boy's spike-like prick, and he jumped.
"Do you like that?" she asked breathlessly.
"Yeeeeeah!"
"Want me to pump on it?"
"I don't know," Alex said. He had never pumped on it himself. But he had played with it a little when it had gotten stiff, which it had been doing more and more often lately. Nothing had ever happened, but it had always felt good when he had played with it.
It felt even better as Joyce ran her girlish fingers up and down his rod. He squirmed.
"You can pump on it, if you want to," he said.
She curled her fingers around his erect pecker and stroked up and down, as she had done with Uncle Jim. But since Alex had no skin to roll off and onto the knobby end of his thing, the stroking wasn't as smooth. Still, Alex seemed to like it ... a lot!
He worked a finger between the super-soft lips of Joyce's baby-cunt and felt around. She gasped.
"Right there!" she said. "On that little hard lump! Tickle that!"
The lad located the tiny budlike protuberance, and he tickled it. She pumped his prick harder.
"Golly! Wow!" he said. "That feels awful good!"
"It feels good to ... me, too!" Joyce was having difficulty breathing.
The children writhed together on the grass as they masturbated each other, not really knowing what they were doing but both enjoying it. Their excitement increased.
Finally Alex's pre-pubescent prick began to twitch and jerk in Joyce's grip. Though nothing came out of it, he felt a wave of pleasure travel through him ... and he stopped tickling Joyce's cunt.
"Keep doooooooo-ing it!" the little girl begged.
"No, we gotta cut it out," Alex said jumping up. The tremor which he had felt had scared him, and his cock was getting soft.
He zipped up his pants and ran off, leaving Joyce half naked on the grass.
She squirmed and whimpered, sorry that she had let Alex touch her. She felt worse now, she thought, than when they had started. But at least she had found out what a boy's thing was like-how it was the same as a man's, but different too.
Finally she got up, picked her panties off the ground, and put them on. She straightened her clothes and pushed at her blonde, girlish bob before venturing out from behind the bushes. The other kids were already lining up at the bus. Nervously, and a bit guiltily, she hurried to join them.
That day the party entered the arid Southwest, approaching Southern California, and the temperature soared. The cheap, small bus wasn't air conditioned.
Janice squirmed about in damp panties, moistened not only by perspiration but also by the honey from her newly reactivated vaginal glands. She didn't see how she could wait for the night to be with Rick.
That she was so hot and eager to do what she had told herself she would never do again, made her ashamed. But guilt didn't put out her fire. Only Rick's spurting nozzle could accomplish that. (And he could spurt right into her next time, because she had sneaked a birth control pill out of Edna's purse and had taken it that morning.) In mid-afternoon Edna moved to the front of the bus to talk with Jim, which surprised Janice-but it also pleased her a great deal, because it gave Rick and her a chance to get cozier. Despite the heat, they snuggled. When they were sure that all the kids were facing toward the front, they kissed.
"Ooooh, God, I wish that we could fuck right now!" Janice daringly murmured.
"You're really hot-huh, baby?" Rick asked.
"In more ways than one!" she shamefully admitted.
"Well, I could give you a little finger action."
She considered that, then said, "No-I want the real thing!"
"Did you take a pill?"
"Yes."
Rick smiled.
"Just let me handle everything," he said. "We'll start with a little feeling around ... "
His right hand crawled up between Janice's smooth and slightly damp thighs. She wantonly moved her knees wide apart. Rick placed his hand against the softness of her panties, finding them as moist as a recently used dishcloth.
He kissed Janice, slowly stroking his tongue between her lips, as he drew the crotch of her panties aside and fingered her unfurled, wetly inviting slit. Passion suffused the little lips of her pussy, making them stand out, and it was easy for him to glide his middle finger all the way into her.
She moaned against his tongue, which was in her mouth. She clamped onto it and sucked, imagining it was his cock. He stroked one, then two fingers slowly in and out of her greased cunt.
She squirmed. Her hand pawed out blindly and found the hardness in his pants.
The bus rolled along the heavily traveled interstate highway, the children chattering in the front. Edna sat right behind Jim, and they talked, also. Rick and Janice were in a world of their own.
She felt for the tab of his zipper, found it, and worked it down. Her hand snaked into his pants as he kept kissing and frigging her. She unleashed his monster, and it surged out of its den.
She had never believed that she would take such pleasure in feeling and stroking a man's big, hard prick! She loved its stiffness ... the turgid veins that stood out ... the hard ridge around its crown ... and the slitted tip of the organ, through which his passion would spurt at his moment of climax.
His fingers pumping in and out of her hot, swamplike cunny worked her to a feverish state of mindless desire. She had to have Rick some way ... but she didn't see how.
When it was obvious that she was more than ready, he told her:
"You're going to slide onto my lap," he said, "and you'll bounce up and down on it."
"Right here?" she whispered excitedly. "Now?"
"Yes."
"But my panties ... !"
"Off they come!"
Rick pushed her skirt lap-high, then grasped her nylon briefs at both sides and pulled the stretchy, clingy-damp undies down. She kicked free of them, feeling terribly loose. It was broad daylight, the bus was rolling down the highway, and it was half-full of kids. She didn't care!
Rick squirmed, pushing his pants and shorts to his knees, and his cock flipped free to stick up, quivering. He ran an arm under Janice's thighs and swung them around, across his.
"Easy now," he said, as he lifted her.
Cool air kissed her exposed fanny, tickling her wet, hot cunt. She felt Rick's upthrust cock nuzzle her intimate softness and open the sticky folds. When his knob was right where it ought to be, he let her down, and he speared all the way up inside her.
"OOOOOH!" she said.
"Shhhhh!" he cautioned, pulling her skirt down to hide the linkage of their loins ... and to hide his rumpled shorts and trousers, as well. It was well that she had put on a wide skirt that day!
"Now bounce, baby!" he said into her pink, shell-like ear.
As she began to do it, squirming and moaning heatedly, he slid his hand up inside her loose blouse. She stared out the window, looking at but scarcely seeing the desert scenery drifting past, as she bounced blissfully on his hard prick and felt his hand squeeze her full, throbbing titties through her bra. Her nipples pricked against the flimsy cups.
Her asscheeks patted against Rick's thighs. His upthrust cock was like a slippery fencepost on which she was fucking herself.
He ran his free hand up the inside of her blouse at the back and unhooked her brassiere. With the other hand, he grasped a plump, soft titty as it bobbed out of a cup. He plucked at her rigid nipple, stretching it forward and letting it snap back.
Everything that was going on was covered. Still, anyone looking closely could have detected what was happening. Luckily, no one looked. The children, seated several rows forward, were busy with their own games and chatter. The windows of the bus were above the passing auto traffic.
Feeling more excited with every bounce of her pussy up and down on Rick's prong, Janice moaned and gurgled. Rick tugged at the tips of her jiggling titties in her blouse.
They were nearing a climax in that public place, and she knew it would be a smasher. Just then the bus changed lanes to pass a semi, and the driver of the truck glanced at the bouncing blonde, her ponytail bobbing, her blue eyes wide at the moment of orgasm. Her mouth was agape, also, her boyfriend's hand rummaging inside her blouse. The trucker grinned. Janice came like crazy.
As she ground down hard around Rick's cock, her cunt muscles orgasmically contracting, he groaned and geysered upward within her clutching organ. His spurts made her come even stronger. She hugged him, pressing his face between her wobbly tits, and their mutual climax reached perfect culmination.
"Oooooh, that was so awful!" she shamefully declared, as soon as she was able to speak. She slid backward off Rick's lap.
"What do you mean?" he retorted. "It was great!"
"But that truck driver saw! And any of the kids might have come back here!"
Janice squirmed, pulling up her panties. When she sat, she immediately saturated the soft nylon with her cuntal honey and Rick's oozing cream. He restored his shorts and trousers.
"I just don't know what's happened to me in the last few days!" Janice said in amazement.
"I happened to you," Rick immodestly told her.
"But there's no future for us." She looked at him and revealed her total vulnerability. "Is there!"
"Who knows?" Rick replied lightly, and gave her a grin.
"Ooooh, I feel so cheap and dirty!" she said, sinking low in her seat. "Any my tits are hanging loose!"
"Sorry about that. But you shouldn't bother with a bra, anyway."
A lot he cares how I feel! Janice thought. He's only interested in having fun in the cheapest way he can, with any woman who's handy! I should never let him touch me again ... and I don't think I will.
That was easy enough for her to resolve, now that she was freshly satisfied and seeking relief from guilt.
In the front of the bus, Edna sat back and lapsed into silence after a conversational exchange with Jim. She had asked some probing questions, while being careful, she thought, not to reveal that she had overheard Rick's remarks to him last night. Jim's answers were evasive and only heightened her curiosity.
She had inquired, for instance, whether all the children would be kept together during their sojourn in Southern California, with either herself or Janice in charge of them at all times. Jim said they would have to play things by ear, perhaps splitting into separate groups to see Disneyland and do the other things the kids wanted to do. Perhaps, he suggested, they would enjoy themselves better that way.
To Edna it sounded suspicious, particularly in the light of what she had overheard in the men's tent last night ... and what Rick had told her previously, about tour fees not being Jim's main interest.
Just what had Rick meant when he'd talked about Jim "doing" something with the kids? Was the old man a child molester? Was there more to it than that? Or was there nothing at all to worry about? Edna couldn't be sure.
As she pensively glanced out the window to watch the desert landscape glide past, she didn't see Jim's eyes, behind dark glasses, studying her in his mirror. She didn't see his lips work nervously below his white mustache ...
Chapter 7
"I tell you, she suspects something!" Jim told Rick as they stood side by side in the campground's restroom. They were alone.
"Aw, you're imagining things," Rick replied.
"The hell I am! You should have heard the questions she was asking me, trying to pin me down about our schedule when we get to Orange County. She wanted to make sure all the kids would be together all the time and either her or the other gal would be with 'em. Damn it, Rick, she must've been awake when you came into the tent last night and started mouthing off!"
The tour director shook his venerable penis and stuffed it back into his pants. "You'd better concentrate on her from now on," he told Rick. "Ease up on the other one. She's probably too young to suspect anything."
"Whatever you say, boss," Rick agreed.
He followed Jim out into the baking heat of the treeless desert campsite. This was their last stop before reaching the tour's destination, where they would be quartered in a motel.
Janice and Edna were preparing supper while the kids hung around. It was too warm to run and play.
Janice already had given up her short-lived resolution that she wouldn't make out with Rick any more. What bothered her was where to do it. There were no secluded areas in the campground, and both tents would be occupied by others. But there was the bus. That seemed to be the only place where they might go.
Rick strolled up and immediately moved to Edna's side. She smiled and Janice felt a stab of jealousy.
I said I didn't want him, but I do! she admitted to herself. I've got to have him!
She angrily slammed down a utensil, causing Rick and Edna to glance her way. She refused to look at them.
Late that evening, after the kids were in the tents, Janice hung around outside. Rick had walked down the road to get a beer or something, and she wanted to catch him as soon as he got back. She felt ashamed-but there it was. What could she do?
Soon the young man returned, carrying a six-pack.
"Want one?" he asked Janice with a grin, pulling a can out.
She hardly ever drank beer or anything else intoxicating. But tonight it sounded good.
"Yes, thanks," she said, and took the ice-cold can which Rick held out. She opened it, and it made a small explosive sound. "Why don't we, uh, sit down in the bus?" she suggested.
"It's cooler out here."
"Maybe I don't want to be cool."
Rick hesitated. "Well, okay," he finally said, and they climbed aboard.
Janice sat on the front seat and took a deep draught from the beer can. Rick uncapped one of his own and did the same.
He reached for her blouse and found that she hadn't bothered to hook up her bra since he had fucked her earlier that day. What she had done was to take it off altogether. Her round, firm tits rolled loosely in her slack-fitting top.
Rick pulled the blouse up above her pink-tipped promontories and bent to fasten his mouth, which was cold from the beer, around a thrusting nipple. The shock made Janice jump, and her titty shook liquidly against his lips.
She caressed his hair.
He switched from one tit to the other, and by that time she was investigating his pants. She found what she needed, and it was stiffening. She took it out.
"Get up over the top of the seat," Rick directed.
"What?"
"Lie right over it. Put your hands on the seat in back."
"But I won't be facing the right way!" she protested. "Rick, you're not going to ... "
"Stick it in your asshole?" he bluntly asked, then chuckled. "Hell, no! We're just gonna do it doggy style."
Janice clambered awkwardly onto the top of the seat and positioned herself, hanging well forward. Rick flipped her skirt over her back and pulled down her panties.
In that position, she was all ass! Rick admired the moonlit symmetry of her rear curves, sticking up and split apart to reveal the slitted dimple between them, and he admired her blonde-fringed pussy just below.
He was doing some sticking up, also. But he used his finger first, poking it at Janice's pink-lipped love nest. He parted her velvety portal and circled his finger in her moist, warm snatch.
"Ooooooh, Rick ... !" she purred, and wiggled her ass sensuously.
"What's going on in there-hmmmm?" Edna inquired from the open doorway of the bus.
Janice gave a start, then struggled to try to get off the top of the seat, her buttocks shaking. But Rick held her in position with one hand while he continued frigging her slippery-wet slit with the other.
"Oooooh, Rick ... pleeeeeease ... let me go!" she begged in stark shame, for she knew that Edna could see how she shockingly had presented herself to Rick-ass up and wide open!
He chuckled and refused to relent as the other woman climbed into the bus.
"Good Lord!" Edna said mirthfully, enjoying the younger teacher's embarrassment. "Is that little Janice, hanging over the top of the seat, all exposed?"
"Edna, why don't you do the same?" Rick suggested. "The seat's wide enough for both of you."
"NOOOOOOH!" Janice bawled, still struggling to right herself and having no success as Rick held a hand against her bottom. "Damn you, Rick, if you don't let me go, I'll never speak to you again! I'll make things mighty hot for you, too!"
"Looks like you've already done that, dear," Edna commented. "You ought to see the way his dick is sticking up!"
"Both of you had better be quiet," Rick warned, "unless you want to bring the kids running out here."
"Ooooooh!" Janice shamefully whimpered.
Edna whisked off her panties and stepped up onto the double seat, next to Janice. The second teacher raised her skirt and flopped forward, presenting her ass also to Rick's lascivious inspection.
There was quite a contrast between them: Janice's rump was appealingly wide, particularly in the bent-forward pose which she was being forced to maintain, while Edna's buttocks, positioned exactly the same, were much trimmer. Edna's ass, also, was framed by a white garter belt and brown nylons, while Janice was bare from the waist down. As to their assholes, Janice's was tiny and tight while Edna's more prominent and pouty rear slit suggested she had been pronged back there a few times. Their pussies offered a study in contrasts, also, Janice's pink and fringed by golden fleece. Edna's more brownish and edged by dark curls.
Rick's upthrust cock quivered as he glanced back and forth, from one inviting feminine fun-zone to the other.
Though Janice had given up her effort to get away, since it seemed hopeless-anyway, Edna already had seen her-she would never forgive Rick for having humiliated her in this fashion. She seethed as he continued to poke his finger into her pussy. She didn't know that his other hand was poking into Edna in the same way. As he frigged both writhing females, his hard-on twitched up and down, drooling clear honey in anticipation of the pleasure in store.
Before he let his cock do what it wanted, he decided to give his fingers further perverse fun. Withdrawing from the women's saturated cunts, he glided both digits up their open ass-grooves. Janice gasped and Edna cooed as he tickled their delightful nether dimples with the tips of his gooey pointers.
He twisted both fingers against their converging sets of little puckers and gradually unlocked the forbidden entrances. Edna's asshole spread quite readily, and the first joint of his finger glided into her rubbery ring. Janice's ass resisted while she moaned with rage and humiliation. But still Rick succeeded in prying her snug anal orifice open, and the first joint of his finger squeezed into her ass.
The young blonde's throbbing asshole was super-tight, and it continued to fight him, while Edna's more accommodating aperture seemed to enjoy his illicit penetration. He twisted both fingers, sinking them deeper and deeper. Now two joints of each were out of sight. Rick twisted his fists between the sets of quivering buttocks, and his invading digits disappeared from view entirely.
"Ooooooh, you ... PIG!" Janice cried, as he felt her asshole ripple resistingly up and down around his deeply penetrating probe.
"Mmmmmmm, I love it!" Edna said, and began to bump a bit atop the bus-seat, inviting him to stroke his finger in and out.
He withdrew both fingers until only their tips were in the women's assholes, and he watched at eye-level their rosy rectal flesh turn outward. He plunged twistingly deep into their anuses once again, and the pink flesh folded back.
The cream which he had picked up from the women's pussies had spread enough lubrication in their bungholes by that time so that he could stroke quite smoothly, even in Janice's intensely clutching rear. And stroke was what he did-in and out of both holes, but in alternating fashion: As he plunged his finger deeply into Janice, he drew back the one in Edna. Then he slowly withdrew from Janice's sucking asshole, nearly but not quite all the way, while he twistingly penetrated Edna's rump to the third knuckle.
In and out ... in and out ... he pumped his middle fingers in the assholes of both teachers. And his cock bobbed springily up and down, swinging a strand of clear honey from its elevated tip.
Neither woman could see anything that was going on, because their heads were hanging low, their skirts falling around them. But they could feel with intense, unnatural excitation the finger-fucking of their shit-chutes!
Also, as they writhed atop the back of the seat, their clits were stimulated by a rolled edge of the vinyl upholstery. They both got hotter and hotter, Janice quite against her will as she continued to hate Rick.
Rick's own lust reached the boiling point while he goosed both assholes in front of his face. Suddenly he pulled out of each rubbery ring, and they made soggy popping sounds as they contracted. He stepped onto the seat behind the ass-elevated women and had to fight back an urge to put his prick where his fingers had been: His job still demanded that he give them pleasure rather than pain.
He chose Janice to prong first and drove his prick balls-deep into her -squishy cunt. After pumping several times, he pulled out and pronged Edna. He gave her the same number of strokes before replacing his prick in Janice and fucking some more.
Back and forth, back and forth, from one warm, slippery cunt to the other, Rick fucked away. Edna made appreciative sounds, and she writhed. Janice continued to whimper, but her pussy showed appreciation by the way it spastically clutched at Rick's cock.
Soon both female asses were writhing and bumping as Rick pumped several times in one pussy, then several times in the other. They felt equally good to him. The girls, however, weren't happy with the interruptions.
Edna was the first to voice her frustration:
"Keep it in me, Rick! Finish me first!"
Janice said, to her shame, "I want it! Don't take it awayyyyy!"
Rick paid no attention to their mewling protests. He was having too much fun, turning from one up thrust pussy to the other, keeping them both hot and pulsating at the same time. He watched each fleshy orifice expand rosily and contract while he pronged the other.
Finally, however, his passion heated to the point where he too required sustained action. He chose Edna to finish first, pumping rapidly and non-stop in her clutching, rippling quim until her fuckflesh grasped his cock fiercely and her ass bumped up and down, telling him she was in orgasm.
He pulled his prick from her carnal clutches with a slurphy sound and buried it to his balls inside Janice. He fucked her blonde-fringed cunt as she yelped and bounced atop the bus-seat, her tits hanging down to bobble against her chin.
Faster and faster he pistoned his hard prick in her pussy until her ass arched high and quivered, her quim capturing his cock and stilling it in the fiercest grip he had ever felt from a woman's cunt. He spurted, and she went wild, jerking and moaning. Her blissfully satisfied pussy let him go, and he pulled out, spraying his final milky spurts over both feminine backsides, his cum dribbling down their asscracks.
He flopped into a seat, picked up his neglected can of beer and finished it in a single series of satisfying gulps.
The girls scrambled off the top of the seat. Janice blushed fiercely, found her panties, and pulled them up on the run as she hurriedly exited the bus.
Edna took her time, then picked up a beer and snuggled down next to Rick to drink it.
"Honey ... ?" she murmured after awhile.
"Yeah, you hot witch?" he grinned.
"Tell me about Jim's racket."
Rick sat straight up. "What?"
"Tell me about Jim and the children."
"Hey, now wait a minute ... "
"Come on," Edna coaxed, caressing the young man to help persuade him. "I know something's in the works. I just don't have the details. But I have a feeling maybe you and I can both profit from this thing if we play it right."
"What?" He blinked at her.
"Well, Jim must have some money. At least, he owns this bus. And I'll bet that's not all."
"Are you talking about blackmail or something?"
"I don't care to call it that," she said. "But I do see an opportunity for us to go into business. How about it?"
"Shit, I never considered that angle," Rick said thoughtfully.
"Well, consider. And tell me, is Jim just a dirty old man or ... ?"
"He's a dirty old businessman, you might say," Rick replied, settling back and opening another beer.
"Just what's his real business, huh?" She kept petting Rick.
"Let me get this straight first-you don't care about the kids?"
"I care about myself."
"And you aren't gonna go to the cops or anything?"
"Not if I don't have to."
"Well, shit!" Rick said, and grinned. He was immensely relieved.
"Come on. Tell me." She nibbled at his ear.
"Okay, here's how it goes ... "
Edna listened attentively.
Chapter 8
Southern California opened its palm-fringed arms to the group from Pleasant Valley and clutched them to its sunny bosom.
The children were wide-eyed as they read the Disneyland billboards along the inbound freeway. They chattered about the fun they were going to have.
Janice stared out the window at the streams of traffic, wondering how she was going to survive the humiliation she had received-and the frustration which she knew lay in store, because she never intended to let Rick touch her again.
He and Edna sat in the rear of the bus and snuggled, getting benevolent glances in the mirror from Jim. who had driven all the way. The extra labor had proven worthwhile, because it had given Rick a chance to function effectively with the women.
They arrived, in Anaheim, where Jim had his headquarters in a place called the Rest-E-Z Motel. It was not one of the better places, as Edna summed up with the remark:
"What a shitty dump!"
Rick chuckled. "You don't think they'd let old Jim operate out of a Holiday Inn, do you?"
"Just wait until we start to operate, baby!" she replied. "We'll get that old man by the balls!"
Edna had never enjoyed being a teacher, and she hated Pleasant Valley with a passion. She now saw an opportunity to make a rich strike and to parlay it into a fresh start for herself in the land of orange juice and sunshine. She was determined to play the chance for all it was worth.
"All right, let's go to our rooms!" Jim announced after the bus came to a half. "They're all reserved and ready for us. Ill just pick up the keys."
The boy students were crowded into one room, with Rick to oversee them, while the girl students had two rooms, one teacher in each. Since it was late in the afternoon when they arrived, no activities were planned for the first day. Dinner was at McDonald's, which pleased the kids .but made Edna grumble. Whether Janice minded, nobody knew, because she kept her own counsel. She scarcely even looked at Rick.
Having made a deal with Edna, he turned his full attention to the younger blonde that night. This was with Edna's approval, because both she and Rick realized that Janice posed the main threat to the plan they had worked out.
"Why don't we cut out of here and go to Hollywood?" Rick asked the young teacher as they were returning to the motel.
"No, thank you!" she sniffed, and headed toward her room with the students.
He persisted, tagging along: "Look, I'm sorry about last night. I didn't know Edna was going to show up, and once we got started ... "
Janice entered the motel room and slammed the door in his face ...
"Shit!" he exclaimed.
One of the girl students, who had been tagging behind, heard the dirty word and giggled as she squeezed past him to enter the room.
"What's the matter?" Edna asked, strolling up.
"She's giving me a freeze," Rick complained.
"I'll talk to her tonight and see if I can mellow her up some. I'll tell her you told me to cool it, that she's the one you dig."
"Maybe that will help," Rick agreed. "But what about tonight?"
Edna rubbed teasingly against him. "You mean, you can't go without it for more than 24 hours?"
"Maybe I could. But why should I?"
"You're right. Let's find a quiet spot."
They walked around to the back of the motel where there was an alley that seemed to have little use. They got out of sight of the motel windows and as far as possible from the nearest light.
"It'll have to be a quick one," Rick said.
"That's fine with me," Edna replied. "I've been wanting to suck you off, and this is my chance."
Rick removed his light jacket and put it down for her to kneel on. She did so, and immediately opened his pants.
"Come to Mama ... !" she purred as she lifted his slack penis out.
Rick had always dug sex in the open, and he suspected that she did too, the possibility of being discovered lending extra excitement to the act. They didn't fear discovery by one of the children, since they all presumably were in their rooms. But someone-even a cop!-might come cruising along the alley.
Edna held Rick's penis by a thumb and finger, clamped at the base of its limber stem. His bare glans nodded forward, and she bent close to it, sticking out her tongue. She began to lick the pale-pink, bobbling knob.
The exposed location combined with Edna's loving licks to make Rick's cock stiffen quickly. His proud organ lifted to poke high and hard. The sophisticated schoolteacher nibbled up and down the sides of his shaft, as if she were eating an ear of corn. Then she swirled her glistening tongue around his pink crest and took the knob in her mouth. She began to bob her head, her frosted hair shimmering in the dim light.
Rick rocked on the balls of his feet. His prick, which speared from his pants, stroked between Edna's sucking lips as she moved counter to his gentle thrusts. Her lips felt like a gliding silken band which rhythmically tightened and relaxed around his rod. Her mouth was a wet, warm vacuum.
Rick kept glancing about, but he saw on one infringing on the scene. Edna was totally engrossed in her sucking of his long, tasty cock , ... enjoying the way his hard shaft held her lips apart and stimulated them with its veins and ridges as she pumped her mouth forward and back ... enjoying the way his cockhead forged far back on her lapping, swirling tongue, and the way the wiry hairs that gushed from his fly tickled her nose when she took his prick really deep.
She had her eyes shut in rapture, and Rick neglected to turn his head far enough to check the corner of the motel building.
Twelve-year-old Alex, the tough but girl-shy loner who had been troubled by odd yearnings ever since his thrilling session with young Joyce the day before, had left the room which the boy-students occupied, there being no adult there to prevent him from doing so. He had decided to do some exploring on his own. Simple curiosity had led him to circle the motel ... and look at what he had found:
His teacher, Miss Sawyer, kneeling in front of the guy who had helped Uncle Jim on the bus, taking the guy's cock into her mouth!
As young Alex watched it in the dim light, his small pecker immediately flipped up, straining against his snug pants.
Is THAT how people fuck? he wondered. Do girls take the prick in their MOUTHS instead of in their pussies? Or is this something different ... something special?
He crept closer, sliding cautiously along the wall of the motel so that he would not attract attention.
Wow, Miss Sawyer sure seems to dig sucking that guy's cock! the child thought. Look at her go at it! And the guy digs it, too! Well, who wouldn't? Jeez, I'd love to have some foxy girl suck MY dick!
Some girl like Joyce ... he thought.
He had to open his pants, because his cramped prick was hurting him, and the little dingus speared out, sticking almost straight up and quivering. Alex grasped it.
He had never masturbated, but Joyce had taught him something about the way it was done, and he began to stroke his cock rhythmically, as she had.
His young eyes strained in the gloom to see as much as possible of the shocking scene in the alley. His teacher's clasping lips were flying up and down on Rick's long pole by that time-and was it ever long! Alex couldn't believe his own cock would ever grow that big.
Rick was stroking between the teacher's o-shaped lips while she bobbed her blonde head fast. Alex stroked his own dick quickly.
Suddenly Rick pulled back and out of the teacher's sucking mouth. His stiff cock flipped up and down, quivering. Then it blasted, and Alex was shocked to see spurts of thick, milky fluid spurt from it to splash right into Miss Sawyer's face!
She didn't seem to mind. In fact, she seemed to dig it, opening her mouth and sticking her tongue out, like Alex did sometimes to catch raindrops. Rick's rain splattered all over her nose and lips and cheeks and chin. She moaned and eagerly slurped the slimy substance in.
Alex's rapid stroking of his youthful dong caused it to jerk spastically, and blissful warmth flooded through him. But no milky-white stuff burst from the end of his pecker, as it had from Rick's.
Nevertheless he felt strangely satisfied, and he restored his softening organ to his pants. He quickly left the scene without his presence having been discovered.
Rick helped Edna to her feet and used his handkerchief to mop the semen off her pretty face. Then he kissed her.
"Why didn't you shoot it into my mouth?" she mildly complained, though she had climaxed anyhow, when he had blasted.
"I felt like doing it this way," he said. "You didn't mind, did you?"
"Noooooh," she purred, snuggling against him, and her voice tensed a bit as she asked, "Do you think anyone saw us?"
"I doubt it."
"Shit!" Edna murmured, and giggled.
Alex ran back to his room and was very quiet for the rest of that evening.
Chapter 9
"But I don't understand, Mr. Grover!" Janice said. "Why can't all the children go to Disneyland today?"
"Because that isn't how I've got it planned," the white-haired tour director replied gently. "Rick you explain it to her, huh?"
Janice whirled to stare at the young man. "What do you have to do with it? You aren't running this tour."
"Look, let's have a cup of coffee, and we'll discuss it-okay?"
"I told you, I don't drink coffee!"
Janice was irate, not only over what she considered inept management of the tour ... but because she felt frustrated by wanting Rick, being ashamed of it, and being prevented by her pride from giving in.
Edna glanced nervously from one of them to the other. Jim also was uneasy. The children, who were all dressed up for their first outing, wondered what the fuss was about. They were anxious to go ...
The group was gathered in the parking area of the motel, and Rick said to Janice, "Let's step into your room where we can talk in private."
"Why do we have to talk privately?" she demanded in a loud and pissed-off tone.
"Because you're upset, and people are going to wonder what's the matter."
"Ooooh, all right!" she snapped, and entered the motel room with Rick.
She had no other purpose in mind than to talk, but Rick took immediate advantage of their seclusion to back her against a wall and try for a kiss. She dodged.
"Stop it!" she exclaimed.
"Now, baby ... "
"Don't baby me, you tramp! After the way you treated me the other night on that bus, with Edna there ... "
"Did she talk with you? I asked her to."
"Yes, she said you liked me better than her and had broken off with her. But I don't care! You're never going to touch me again!"
He immediately disproved her statement by wrapping a hand around a prominent mound which quivered in the front of her blouse. She tried to squirm free, causing her lightly brassiered globe to wiggle. That only excited him further, and he pushed against her, forcing her buttocks to compress and spread as they smacked the wall.
She felt his firming cock.
"NO!" she cried, twisting wildly. Her right hand slapped him stingingly across the face.
"You dumb cunt!" he snarled, and backed off.
Cheeks flaming, she hurried around him and headed for the door.
All Rick could think of was that he couldn't allow her to run out, angry as she was. She would upset things for sure.
He lunged at her, grasped her, swung her around and sent her tottering backward toward an overstuffed chair. She landed heavily in it, and her legs flew up, exposing the white panties which cuddled her plump buttocks and passed between her thighs.
She screamed. Though the Rest E-Z Motel was not a fancy place, what it did offer was soundproofed walls.
Rick stood in front of the young teacher's chair, and she gazed up at him, frightened but defiant.
"You're going to be sorry!" she vowed. "You'd better let me out of here right now or it'll be even worse!"
"You aren't going anywhere," Rick told her. "Not until you come to your senses."
"What are you planning to do-hold me prisoner?" she angrily asked, scarcely able to believe it.
"Yep. For a while." Rick didn't move from his slightly spread-legged pose in front of her.
She gathered her strength and leaped up-only to have him grasp her by the shoulders and push her down into the chair again, her big tits joggling in her bra.
She screamed again.
Rick would have to get her under better control, he realized, and right away! He didn't want to hurt her, but it was a simple case of doing what had to be done.
He moved quickly, cocking his fist and clipping her neatly on the point of her chin. She sagged in her chair like a sack of dirty laundry.
Rick turned, walked to the door, and opened it a crack. "Edna?"
The teacher hurriedly broke away from the group that was gathered outside and walked over. "What is it?"
Rick let her into the room and shut the door.
"My God!" she said, staring at the unconscious Janice. "What happened?"
"I had to slug her," Rick said.
Edna blazed at him, "You stupid prick! You shouldn't have gone that far!"
"Well, it's done now. I need something to tie her with. Take off your stockings!"
Edna raised her skirt, exposing bare thighs above expanded stockingtops. "We were supposed to maneuver some of the kids away from her, you dumb asshole!" she said angrily as she flipped her garter clips open. "You didn't need to make a big issue of it!"
"It's going to be all right," Rick replied. "I'll stay here and take care of her."
"How?" Edna demanded. She raised a leg, knocked off her shoe, and stripped down the sagging nylon.
"Never mind. I can bring her around."
Edna handed the stocking to him, then removed her other one and handed it over.
Janice began to stir.
"She's waking up!" Edna said. "Hurry!"
"I need a gag ... " Rick thought aloud as he stared at the blonde in the chair. "Her pants!"
He quickly reached underneath Janice's skirt, grasped her panties at both sides, and pulled the white, stretchy undergarment inside-out and off.
He stuffed the warm panties into her mouth, pushed her sagging body forward, and jerked her arms behind her. He looped one of Edna's stockings around her crossed wrists and tied it tightly.
"What'll I tell Jim?" Edna asked.
"That she's not feeling well and won't be going out today. You can handle the kids who are going to Disneyland. We'll have to give Jim a clear field with the others."
"But damn it, Rick, that wasn't the idea! I was supposed to turn the other kids over to Janice, then walk in on Jim's party!"
"Will you shut up!" Rick whispered harshly. "I think she's coming around."
Janice's eyes fluttered. When she tried to move her arms and couldn't, her eyes opened wide. She felt the soft cloth that stuffed her mouth, and she tasted it, too. Then she realized her bare bottom was against the motel chair, and her panties had been placed in her mouth.
She made a muffled sound and tried to get up. Rick pushed her back down.
"Just get going!" he snapped at Edna. "We'll have to wait until tomorrow to break up Jim's scheme!"
"I don't like it," she whispered back.
But she left the room.
Rick knelt and tied Janice's bare ankles together. He gazed up her thighs, which tapered to appealing fullness at their tops. Though they were pressed together, her skirt had been rucked so high that he could see wisps of curly blondeness where her thighs and belly met.
He straightened up and grinned at the wide-eyed, frightened teacher.
"Just don't get all upset now." he said. "You are going to be all right. But I couldn't let you charge around like a crazy person, causing trouble. You and me are going to spend the day here in the motel ... alone."
The thought of that offended her as much as being tied up. and the two together filled her with terror. She squirmed on her bare ass, the chair fabric tickling her. She couldn't get to her feet. It seemed to Rick that the only solution was to let her in on Jim's scheme and to try to bring her around to join Edna's plot. To accomplish that, he would use the best weapon he had-one which had rarely failed him where women were concerned.
He took off his pants and shorts.
Janice stared at his forward-curving cock, which had been made semi-turgid by the tussle he'd had with her and by the realization that she was totally under his control.
He reached down, lifted her out of the chair, and earned her to the nearest bed. He dropped her onto it so that she rolled onto her stomach, her skirt winding at her waist. Her rounded buttocks quivered to a stop. Her ankles and wrists remained securely bound, and the gag was still in her mouth.
What's he going to DO to me? she wondered.
The same question occurred to Rick, though with an additional word tacked onto the end of it: first.
He thought he might begin by trying to make amends for the humiliating way he had treated her the other night on the bus, and for socking her just now.
He swung astride her legs, so as to hold her steady, and he gazed down past his rising prick at the luscious, quivering hemispheres of her girlish ass.
Janice twisted her head to stare in fright over her shoulder.
My God-is he going to stick his prick up my ASSHOLE? she thought in dread.
The prick itself was fully capable of performing, standing strong and stiff. But its owner seemed to have no vicious intentions in mind-at least, not at the moment.
He placed his hands at both sides of Janice's soft and generously rounded bottom, his fingers extending up the flanks of her buttocks while his thumbs snuggled into the curving grooves below. He tightened just enough to feel the fullness of her buttcheeks in his grasp, then gave them a little shake and watched her jelly-like flesh quiver.
A strange feeling went through her. Rick was being very gentle-she could scarcely complain about that-but it made her nervous to have him fiddling around her bottom while she was all tied up. Also, she knew her buttocks were plump-why did he have to emphasize the fact by shaking them?
He shook them again, and it was like an earthquake in the Baldy Hills.
Rick pinched the girl's asscheeks between his thumbs and fingers, and her crack puckered open. He stretched her pinched cheeks farther apart.
He's looking right at my asshole! Janice realized, and her slitted dimple shrank shyly. Rick bent and pressed his moist lips to the gathering of small puckers.
Janice jumped, causing her buttocks to wobble against his cheeks. He licked her super-sensitive anus, and she got a new shocking blast of excitement.
Oh, he's so FILTHY! she thought. But, goodness, that feels good!
She almost forgot about the bonds that restrained her and the panties that were in her mouth.
Rick ricked in little circles, round and round the pink, puckered depression of her anus. Gradually he applied pressure, and she received her greatest shock yet when his tongue popped into her ass!
She shuddered inwardly from humiliation-but thrilled a great deal, also-as the nasty young man's tongue slithered in and out of her hotly grabbing asshole. Her buttocks vibrated as she squirmed voluptuously-hating what he did, yet thrilled by it.
Finally he pulled his tongue from her anus with a slurpy sound, and he straightened up.
Now, as she looked at Mm over her shoulder, her cheeks were rosy, her eyes more hot than frightened.
He crawled around next to her head, pulled the soggy panties from her mouth ... and stuck his prick in.
"Ghaaaawwgh ... Glaaaawwgh ... " she murmured, shutting her eyes and sucking.
He petted her blonde horse's tail as he slowly stroked his cock between her pale-pink, spread lips. She continued to make throaty sounds and seemed to enjoy sucking him.
He withdrew, letting his prick whip upright, waving a strand of her saliva.
"Do I have to stuff the panties back in your mouth or are you going to be good?" he asked.
"Why are you ... treating me this way?" she wanted to know, her tone much milder than before-plaintive, even. She obviously realized she was under his total control.
"Because I want to get to know you better, and I don't like to fight," he said.
"What about the kids?" Janice asked. "Why couldn't I go to Disneyland with them?"
"Forget about the kids," Rick advised, "and forget about Disneyland, too. We can have more fun right here."
He moved back near her feet and untied the stocking from her ankles. Now only her wrists were bound.
Spreading her legs, he knelt between them.
"You're not going to ... ?" she asked apprehensively, afraid even to complete the question.
"You sure worry about your asshole a lot," Rick said, as he boosted her bottom into the air, forcing her to draw her knees forward for support.
"That's only because you seem to like it sol" she told him.
"I love it-but I dig your pussy, also!"
He stared at her girlish twat, which was split partially open, her blonde hairs curling away to either side. The inner lips of her pussy were a delicate pink, and very moist.
Rick ran a finger through her slippery portal, circled it in the slick mouth of her vagina, then glided it all the way into her.
"OOOOH!" she said.
"Like it?"
"I want the other," she shamefully murmured.
"So you really want it, hmm?"
"Yesssss!"
"Ask me for it."
"Ooooh, Rick."
"Ask me!" he demanded.
"Give me your cock," Janice said.
"My what?" he responded with a grin.
"Your prick!" the girl said more excitedly.
"My what?" he continued to tease.
"Your pecker!" Janice cried. "Ooooh, give me your big, hard rod!"
He gave it to her-slickly, smoothly, all eight inches of it-and then circled it around, stirring her cunt as if he were tending a boiling cauldron with a stick.
Spastic throbs shook her, and her rich buttocks vibrated against his flat stomach. He began to stroke slowly.
"Oooooooooh!" she moaned, writhing.
Rick pumped his long piston in and out of her seething pink chamber, and he knew he had brought her around already-quicker than he had expected, which gave him a flash of disappointment. All he'd had to do was lick her asshole, and she apparently had forgiven him for everything.
A rapping sounded at the door.
Rick kept fucking the pretty blonde who sprawled on her chest, ass up and knees splayed.
There was a rattling of the door lock, and the door opened.
"Aaaaaay!" the young Mexican maid who had come to service the room, exclaimed as she saw what was going on, then started to close the door.
"Come in!" Rick called. "You won't bother us!"
The girl hesitated for a moment, peeking at the fuck-scene through a crack of the door. Then she entered and shut the door behind her. Her cart remained outside.
The girl's name was Anita Jimenez, and she had recently come up from Mexico ... illegally. She knew little English. She had left her boyfriend in Baja California and was acquainted with no one in the United States, which meant that she hadn't had a good fucking in several weeks.
At the sight of the lean, handsome man in socks and T-shirt, stroking his long, hard pito in and out of the blonde senorita's upturned pink pinchi, Anita began to cream her panties.
Rick looked at her. She was probably eighteen, he judged, with straight black hair that split at the crown of her head and hung down at both sides of her oval, olive-toned face. She had large dark eyes and heavy brows. Her mouth was soft. From the way her white uniform bulged at the top, Rick could tell that her tits were tremendous.
"Don't be frightened," he said with a smile, continuing to stroke his prick in and out of Janice.
The empty, wild look in Anita's pretty eyes was not fright but hunger.
"Eres Mexicano?" she asked Rick, because he could have passed for one, with his black hair and rather Latin features, though his skin was light.
"No, I'm not Mexican," he said with a chuckle, still stroking slowly and steadily in Janice, as if nothing untoward had happened. "Don't you speak English?"
"A leetle," Anita shyly replied. But she was not too shy to unzip her uniform all the way down.
Tits the size of mush melons tumbled out-larger than Janice's and a bit more hangy, though very full. They were beige-brown and had wide darker disks at their crests, surrounding button-like nipples.
The maid stepped from her uniform, revealing that she wore only little white briefs beneath. The shadow of her pussy-pelt showed through.
Janice was gazing over her shoulder all this time in shocked disbelief. Rick seemed to be doing the same thing he had done before-humiliating her by screwing her in the presence of another girl, this time a total stranger. But his gliding prick felt too good at the moment for her to protest. And since her wrists were still tied behind her, she couldn't possibly get away.
The Mexican girl saw the bond. "What ... is?"
"Oh, that's nothing," Rick replied. "We're just playing a game. Want to join us?"
"Como?"
He wiggled his finger, motioning for her to approach.
This is terrible! Janice thought. But Rick was still stroking his hard cock in and out of her, even while he fooled around with the other girl, and the thrusts were getting to Janice strongly by that time.
He didn't miss a beat as the Mexican maid walked up beside him and he spanned her buxom, panty-clad bottom with his hand. She stared down at his gleaming, wet rod which alternately emerged from the other girl's rosy crevice, then sank out of sight-out and in, in and out ...
Anita squirmed, her asscheeks quivering against Rick's hand. He pulled down her panties at the back and stroked her bare, shivery buttocks.
"Senor!" she said, breathing hard. It didn't sound like a protest.
He backed away, and his cock pulled out of the blonde's rosy hole. Her wet cuntflesh slowly drew together as his cock flipped up. The Mexican girl stared at it.
"Why'd you do that?" Janice demanded. "Oh, Rick, get her out of here!"
He paid no attention, but told Anita, "Kneel on the bed, honey, right behind her ass." He pointed.
Anita made a move in that direction, then hesitated. Either she didn't understand or had decided she didn't care for the order. Rick got to his feet, took hold of her at the waist, and guided her down to a kneeling position behind the blonde school-teacher. He pushed on Anita's head to bring her face into alignment with Janice's pussy.
"Eat!" he said, figuring that was one English word she knew.
He was right. The girl stared at Janice's cunt, which was wet with her own juice and Rick's, as well. Its fragrance reached Anita's nostrils.
Rick quickly knelt behind the Mexican, lowered her panties to her knees, and began to lick her buttocks. Anita responded by pressing her mouth against the cunt of the blonde.
A blast of giddy delight rolled through Janice and, though shocked by the unnaturalness of having another woman make love to her, it felt too good to protest or draw away. She moaned shudderingly and began to grind her hips.
Rick, sighting over Anita's rump was pleased- so pleased, in fact, that he stretched the Mexican's plump buttocks apart and licked between them. She jumped when his tongue touched her asshole, and she licked more hotly into Janice's juicy cunt. Rick glided his tongue down to the Mexican girl's warm, hairy bun and licked it, making her wilder yet. She was trying to spread her knees wide apart to open herself for him, but her nylon pants constricted them. Rick grasped the wide-open garment at the center, yanked it down her legs, and off.
She raised her ass and spread her knees farther. She had lots of hair, thickly growing at the sides of her slit and nearly covering it completely. Rick used his thumbs to open her up, and he lapped at her sweet panocha.
The foreign girl jerked forward and back between Rick and Janice. Her amateurish but excited slurping at the blonde's tasty twat caused Janice to bump and moan.
Rick rose to his knees and speared his cock into the Mexican. She raised her head just enough to utter an excited cry in Spanish, then went back to eating Janice's cunt. The blonde's eyes were wild as her cheek pressed the pillow and hot tremors shook her.
It was obvious that she was climaxing.
Rick pumped his prick into the maid's warm, squishy depths, giving her jolt after jolt of excitement. Finally she rolled away from Janice, who had flattened herself against the bed. Rick's cock pulled out.
Ariba! the girl said, settling on her back and gesturing for him to get on top.
He mounted her, and Janice was forced to watch as he fucked the foreign girl to a gasping, squealing climax.
He pulled out, still stallion-like, and both women gazed at him in awe.
He crawled forward and placed his prick between Anita's squidgy tits which he rolled at both sides of his rod. He thumbed her rounded nipples.
"Aaaaaaay ... Chihuahua!" she said, squirming.
He crawled farther forward and pushed his cock into her mouth.
Perhaps this was a new experience for her, he thought, because her eyes opened very wide. But she seemed to take to it after a few moments of shocked hesitation, and she gobbled all the goop off his organ, swallowing it down. He fucked up and down between her softly circular lips while Janice watched in fascination.
Still, he didn't finish.
He pulled his prick from Anita's mouth, turned to grasp Janice, and lifted her to a sprawling position between the Mexican girl's thighs.
Oh, no, Janice thought as she stared at the other girl's wedge of thick black hair which became a T as it ran down between her plump, olive thighs. The brown lips in that black jungle were wet and standing partially open. The girl's clit was up.
Rick gave Janice's head a push, socking her face into Anita's crotch, and the blonde couldn't keep from kissing the brunette girl's wet pussy. What a heady fragrance it had, first offending then fascinating her. After awhile she licked into the Mexican pudding of her own accord, calling herself a slut for doing so.
Kneeling behind her, Rick stroked his hard cock in and out of her cunt once again.
It was quite the most amazing morning that Janice had ever spent, and it became even more so as the Mexican girl heated up, responding to the dipping strokes of Janice's tongue. Anita bumped her hips, causing her rounded, bulging tits to bounce. She gripped them, squeezing hard as she flopped her head from side to side, her mouth gaping. Silken black hair whipped across her face.
Rick, watching that, pumped his prick into Janice for all he was worth, which drove her even more fiercely into Anita. Her tongue fucked the Mexican maid's hotly spasming hole. Janice's cunt rippled around Rick's stroking rod and finally grasped him in a fierce grip, seeming to suck at his quivering, passion-charged prick.
That was too much for him to withstand, and he jerked within her, shooting spurt after spurt of his jism into her climaxing cunt.
As soon as the strange threesome broke apart, Anita scrambled off the bed, found her panties, and quickly stepped into them. She was murmuring to herself in Spanish. Obviously she had done more and had permitted more to be done to her than she'd expected. Now she seemed shocked by it all-now that she had gotten her thrills and satisfaction.
She put on her uniform and fled. Laughing, Rick snuggled up to Janice. They lay face to face on their sides, and he reached behind her to untie the stocking from her wrists. He kissed her warm mouth and noticed that she didn't respond.
"What's the matter?" he asked, leaning back.
"You!" she said. "I just don't know what to make of you! And the whole business of hitting me and tying me up so that I couldn't be with the children! What's going to happen to them?"
"They'll be all right. Edna is with them."
"Not all of them. Grover said he was going to divide them into two groups. Some were going to the beach while the others went to Disneyland."
"So they went to the beach," Rick said, unbuttoning Janice's blouse.
"But they're with that man and no one else!" she replied. "What do we really know about him? Rick, is he ... all right?"
Rick didn't reply but flipped her stretchy bra above her tits, letting the luscious globes pop out. He capped his mouth around a pink nipple and sucked it to rigid hardness.
Janice sighed heatedly and began to pet his head. What else could she do ... ?
Chapter 10
"I wish we could have gone to Disneyland!" twelve-year-old Betty said after the other children, except for Joyce and her, had boarded a local bus, along with Edna.
"You'll go to Disneyland tomorrow," Jim promised as he guided the pert little girl with short black hair into his car. She slid to the center of the front seat.
Joyce, sweet and blonde, and a year younger, sat on the outside. She hadn't complained about going somewhere else with Uncle Jim, rather than to Disneyland, because she remembered the strange, guilty pleasure he had given her in the campground, during their trip to California. Though she had felt funny about it, both at the time and since, she was half-hoping Uncle Jim would play with her that way again.
He got behind the wheel and started the car.
"I don't even want to go to the beach!" Betty sulked.
"That's good," Jim said gently, "because we're not going there."
Both girls looked at him.
"We're going to visit a very good friend of mine," he added with a warm smile. "She's a nice lady. You'll really like her."
The girls remained silent, not knowing what to say, as Jim drove them to a secluded house at the south end of the county. They got out and walked up to the white stucco mansion which had a tile roof. Immediately after Jim rang the bell, the door was opened by a statuesque brunette in a dark dress with several long loops of pearls around her neck. She wore pearl earrings as well. Her black hair was cut very short and smartly coiffed.
"Well, well!" she said, smiling at the little girls. "What a pleasure!"
"Delia, I want you to know little Betty and Joyce."
"Come in, girls." Delia said, and held the door for them to enter, Jim following.
Betty was very confused-not frightened really, because there didn't seem to be anything to be frightened of. But she wondered what was going on. Why had Uncle Jim brought Joyce and her to this place to meet this woman?
"Would you like some candy, girls?" Delia asked, motioning toward a dish on a living room table, filled with fancy confections.
"Ooooh, yes!" Joyce exclaimed. "Thank you!"
She took one.
Betty took one, also, though less eagerly. She nibbled at it, and it tasted very good. She finished it in the next bite.
"Have another," Delia invited. "You can take as much as you like."
The girls helped themselves.
"Well, Joyce here-she's the pretty blonde," Jim was telling Delia, "she and I have kind of gotten acquainted. Remember, Joyce?"
"Yes," she replied, and blushed.
Betty glanced inquisitively at her, then back at Uncle Jim.
"But I don't know Betty quite as well," he went on. "So maybe you and she can kind of get to know each other right now," he told the woman.
To the twelve-year-old it was as if they were speaking a foreign language. What was all this about getting to "know" one another, she wondered.
Delia smiled at Betty and said, "I would like that very much."
"Joyce, you just come with me," Jim said, and directed her upstairs.
Delia and Betty followed. After Uncle Jim and the blonde child had entered a room which opened off the upstairs hall, the woman led Betty to a room next to it.
The whole thing was getting more mysterious by the moment, it seemed to her. But she went along. Delia was quite nice, and so was Uncle Jim, though he could be a little strange at times.
In the room where Delia took her, Betty noticed a camera set up, facing a wall which was covered by drapes. Delia drew the drapes back, and the child gasped. She was looking through a large window, right into the room where Uncle Jim and Joyce were!
Delia said, "Sit down here, darling," indicating two comfortable chairs next to the camera.
Betty sat nervously, leaning a bit forward. She kept her bare knees together as her skirt crept above them.
In the next room, Uncle Jim and Joyce were standing beside a bed. Betty could see them very plainly, as if they were all in the same room, but she couldn't hear what they were saying.
She caught her breath again when her friend, Joyce, lay down on the bed.
"What are they going to do?" she asked Delia anxiously.
"You just watch, dear," Delia advised.
Betty watched ... and what she saw shocked her intensely: Uncle Jim began to take off his clothes!
Joyce merely lay on the bed and looked at him. It was obvious to Betty that her schoolmate wasn't being forced in any way, and she didn't seem worried. But she appeared very interested as Uncle Jim stepped out of his pants.
Betty was interested, also. She had never watched a man take his pants off before. Her breath began to quicken, and she felt strangely excited. Still, she was not afraid. What was there to be afraid of?
Uncle Jim stepped from his shorts, and Betty stared with wide eyes at the things that dangled between his legs, one of them long and kind of straight, while the other two were rounded and in a sac. Thick hair grew around them, darker than the hair on Uncle Jim's head.
Joyce smiled as she looked at his strange things. She didn't seem surprised, as if she had seen him with his pants off before.
"Delia ... " the young girl who sat next to her asked, "wh-what are those things that Uncle Jim has ... between his legs?"
The sleek brunette smiled. "They are his cock and balls, darling."
Betty blushed. "I've heard the dirty boys at school use those words."
"The words aren't really dirty," Delia said, gazing through the window into the next room. "You just keep watching."
It was apparent to Betty that, while she and Delia could watch Uncle Jim and Joyce, the others couldn't see them. Otherwise, Joyce would have given some sign of it. She did glance at the window, off and on, but with a studious look and no recognition.
"Why can't they see us?" Betty asked.
"The window is a mirror on their side," Delia said.
What IS all this? Betty wondered. It was really strange!
It became stranger yet for, as Uncle Jim stood naked next to the bed and spoke to Joyce, the young girl sat up and shyly unfastened her dress. She pulled it over her head, revealing her pre-pubescent chest with tiny pink nipples and no mounds. She lay back, wearing only panties, and smiled shyly at Uncle Jim.
"What an adorable child!" Delia said, her voice husking a bit.
Betty couldn't understand why her friend was so forward with Uncle Jim, taking her clothes off and all ... and why she didn't become alarmed when he took off his clothes. She must have seen him that way before, Betty concluded. Was that what he had meant about them being "acquainted"?
The brunette twelve-year-old wriggled on her chair as Uncle Jim bent and removed Joyce's panties. Delia stood up and walked to the camera which stood on a tripod.
"What are you going to doooo?" Betty asked in alarm.
"Take their picture," Delia said calmly. "B-but that's not nice! Maybe they wouldn't want you to!"
"Just hush," the woman softly replied, and focused the camera.
Uncle Jim at all times kept his back partially turned toward the window, or else had his head directed the other way. Betty wondered about that. But she wondered so much more about what he and Joyce were doing, and what would happen next, that she didn't think much about the camera or the fact that Uncle Jim looked away from it.
He knelt next to Joyce on the bed.
"Ooooh, my goodness!" Betty cried. "They shouldn't be on the bed together! That's naughty!"
She wanted to jump up and run into the next room to "save" her friend, but it didn't seem that Joyce was being forced to do anything. She and Uncle Jim smiled at each other, though she blushed and looked kind of embarrassed.
Jim put out his hand and touched Joyce between her legs.
Betty felt a hot flash between her own legs, right in her little silk panties!
Delia clicked a picture.
Uncle Jim lifted Joyce's legs into the air and held them wide apart.
How awful, Betty thought, and her heart seemed to hammer in her throat. She couldn't stand to have a man do that with her ... and to look at her down there!
What happened next surprised and offended young Betty even more: Uncle Jim bowed his bushy white head between her young friend's legs, and he seemed to be actually kissing her, though Betty couldn't be entirely sure.
"What's he ... doing, Delia?" Betty asked, her breath coming in short gasps.
"He's kissing her pussy, darling. It's really great fun to have your pussy kissed!"
Delia clicked another photo.
Uncle Jim turned Joyce on the bed so that her open legs were pointed toward the window-and the camera. Betty stared at her young friend's dainty crotch, which contained not a hair-unlike Betty's own, which was beginning to show a tiny fringe.
The man bent once again, keeping his face turned away but permitting Delia and Betty to look past his cheek, at his tongue touching the little girl's pussy. Delia photographed that.
Joyce squirmed on the bed, obviously excited by what Uncle Jim was doing to her. But she didn't try to get up and run away. That was what kept Betty from attempting to "rescue" her-that and the fact that Betty herself was so excited she wasn't sure she would be able to walk. She felt weak and trembly all over!
Uncle Jim's tongue glided moistly up and down on the young girl's hairless cunt, wiggling her tender flesh and enjoying her delightful taste. She writhed excitedly.
Watching, Betty felt like rubbing herself between the legs. She had never felt that way before. But she didn't dare give in to the urge, with Delia standing nearby.
When Uncle Jim finally straightened up from his licking of Joyce's babycunt, leaving the adorable little slit all wet and gleaming, Betty saw with amusement that a change had occurred to his body:
The long, soft thing which had been hanging in front of the round things between his legs-his cock, Betty understood it was called-had lifted and was sticking out, bigger than before and quite hard-looking.
The twelve-year-old girl with the pert, saucy features and short black hair leaned closer the window. What was going to happen next?
Uncle Jim moved along the side of the bed, approaching the head of it. He was talking to Joyce, and she was staring at his cock.
A new, strange throb went through Betty as her friend slid to the edge of the bed, next to Uncle Jim, and grasped his thing that was sticking out.
The camera clicked again.
Joyce rolled back the loose outer skin on Uncle Jim's cock, exposing a rounded, pinkish-purple knob which was moist and odd-looking. Betty had never seen anything like it.
"Ooooh, noooh!" the 12-year-old breathed in shock as her friend leaned closer yet ... and touched her small, pink tongue to the knob of Uncle Jim's organ.
Delia clicked the camera.
It kept clicking frequently after that, but Betty no longer noticed, because she was too shocked and fascinated by what her young friend Joyce was doing with Uncle Jim: The blonde child glided her stretched lips snugly around Uncle Jim's cock until she held the entire bulging part of it in her small mouth. Her blue eyes were wide open.
Oh, how that must taste! Betty thought. And how huge it is! Joyce's mouth must feel really stuffed!
Still, the little girl was able to work her mouth forward and back in response to Uncle Jim's instructions, though only an inch or so each way, and Betty could tell that she was sucking on the nasty thing as if it were a lollipop!
Betty could scarcely believe what she was seeing. It was so gross! Yet it continued to thrill her, and she didn't understand why.
She squirmed on her chair, her little pussy getting hotter and hotter. Delia kept glancing at her from the comers of her dark, calculating eyes x while she tended the camera.
Joyce pumped her small mouth faster across the ridge of Uncle Jim's stiff, projecting cock. She seemed really to enjoy what she was doing.
Suddenly Jim pushed her back, and his cock exploded, spurting thick, whitish fluid all over Joyce's startled face.
"Oooooh. my goooooodness!" Betty said breathlessly as she stared at it.
Delia pulled the draperies shut and turned to the little girl. "That was interesting, wasn't it?" she said.
"Yes!" Betty admitted. "But I don't know how Joyce could stand it."
"Why, your friend was enjoying herself. Couldn't you tell?"
"Well ... she seemed to be. But that last part ... I don't know."
"That wasn't bad. However," Delia said, moving closer, "if you think you wouldn't like that, there's a way you could have a lot of fun without it happening."
"How?" Betty wanted to know.
"Go into the next room and lie down on the bed with me." She began to caress the child's sleek bobbed hair. "Since I'm a woman, I couldn't spurt that stuff on you."
"But ... but ... "
"Let's try it, shall we-just kiss and fool around. Okay?"
Delia urged young Betty to her feet, and the child found that her knees were wobbly. Still, she was able to walk, and she did so, letting the woman guide her from the room.
Betty's mind was in a turmoil. She was fascinated by what she had seen her friend do with Uncle Jim, and it was true that Joyce seemed to enjoy having him stroke her and kiss her between the legs. Betty had enjoyed just looking at it, and now she felt very hot down there.
But what would it be like to play that way with a woman. She had never imagined such a thing.
However, she hadn't thought about letting a man play with her, either, and that had really looked like fun ... up to a point. Maybe it would be even better with a woman.
She went with Delia into the next room ...
Chapter 11
Uncle Jim and Joyce had left, and Betty asked where her friend was.
"Oooh, she's downstairs having a nice lunch and some more candy for dessert," Delia said. "Doesn't that-sound good?"
"Yes," Betty said.
"Well, after we have some fun here, you can have a nice lunch, too. But first, let's take off our clothes."
Betty stared into the wide mirror, which was a window on the other side of the wall. "Is someone taking our picture?" Betty asked.
"Now. how could that be? I'm in here and your Uncle Jim is downstairs with your young friend. Just take off your dress, darling."
Trembling, Betty complied. She guessed some people would think she was doing something wrong, to play like this with a woman ... or with a man. But she didn't see how it was all that bad. Joyce had liked it!
The 12-year-old brunette stood in white panties and a training bra.
"Oooooh ... delightful!'" Delia murmured, her dark eyes gliding over the child's diminutive figure.
The woman took off her pearl necklace, then unfastened her dark dress, lifted it over her sleekly coiffed head, and was nude. Betty stared at her tits, which were prettily rounded and had perky dark nipples. Even more fascinating was the thick patch of black hair at the base of her tummy, running between her pale thighs.
"Do you like me?" Delia asked the blushing child.
"Yes, but you're ... you're so hairy I" Betty said, and giggled.
The woman laughed with her. "Well, that's the way grown-ups are. You noticed that your Uncle Jim had hair between his legs, too. At least I don't have any big thing that gets hard and shoots stuff all over little girls!"
"Are you ... just like I am between the legs?" Betty asked, trying to make out the woman's sexual features through her heavy hair-patch.
"Well, let's lie down on the bed together and see. But first you must remove your little bra and panties."
Betty reached behind her, unhooked the training brassiere, and took it off. Her tiny tits, which were just beginning to grow, quivered slightly. She had small, very rigid nipples.
She lowered her white panties to bashfully reveal her baby bump and the slit that ran down from it, disappearing between her sleek, girlish thighs. She had a few tiny hairs on her mons and along her fissure.
"You are just starting to become a woman, aren't you, dear?" Delia asked.
"I ... I guess so," Betty nervously replied.
She kept glancing at the mirror, where she saw her reflected nude image. But what she thought about was whether someone was on the other side, looking through the window at her, and maybe taking pictures. Delia hadn't said for sure that wasn't so.
The woman urged Betty down onto the wide bed, which was large enough for several people.
"I'll let you look at me first," Delia said, and lay back to lift her legs in the air.
She spread her white thighs far apart, letting her knees bend and her feet hang free. Betty looked at her adult pussy, head-on.
Wow! the child thought. Her slit is a lot larger than mine, and meatier and more open. I can see right into it, where she's all rosy and moist. And that hair of hers! She's got almost as much between her legs as on her head, and it's just as black!
"Would you like to look at my titties now?"
Delia invited.
Betty straightened up and crawled around beside her. She studied the mounds on the woman's chest. They had relaxed a lot, now that she was lying on her back, but their points were still sticking up.
"Want to touch them?" Delia asked.
Betty put out her hand and brushed it across a bristling nipple. She did the same with the other one, and Delia smiled.
"You don't need to be so gentle," the woman said. "Take hold of them. Squeeze them. If you feel like it, give them a suck."
Betty became very fascinated with the woman's tits, and she bent close to them. Her childish fingers pinched and rolled one of the dark rosy buds, stretched it up, and let it snap back. Now it was bigger and stiffer than before. Betty bent her head and fastened her mouth around it.
"Oooooh, darling, that feels so goooood!" Delia purred, and petted the little girl's bobbed hair.
Once she'd begun sucking Delia's titty, the child didn't want to stop. She derived an unexpected pleasure from it. She tugged on the woman's rigid nipple, working her lips against the surrounding crinkly skin.
She went from that tit to the other, and sucked it as well. Delia writhed, obviously enjoying herself as much as Betty was. Her hands lightly explored the child's body, up and down her back and sides.
"Now why don't you kiss me between the legs?" Delia huskily murmured when Betty raised her bemused head.
"I don't know if I want to do that," the 12-year-old said.
"Well, try it. I'm very clean down there. You'll see."
Betty crawled between the woman's widely spread and tilted thighs. She stared at Delia's hairy cunt, whose lips seemed to protrude more than before and were puffily parted. Now she was very wet inside.
Betty leaned closer, her heart beating strongly.
She didn't smell anything bad. The woman did seem clean ... though wet.
Betty stuck out her tongue and touched it to one of the lippy edges of her pussy. She got hardly any taste at all. But she did smell a teasy scent-not bad, but ... interesting.
She licked up and down along the edges of the woman's cunt.
Delia squirmed a bit. She made a low, whimpering sound.
Betty grew bolder and licked between the edges of her pussy. Delia's fingers crawled around the back of Betty's head, gradually taking hold and drawing her more crushingly forward until her tongue touched a hard lump at the top of the woman's slit.
"Lick it, dear!" Delia panted. "Ssssssuck it!"
Betty licked her clit, not knowing what it was but realizing Delia enjoyed it. The firm little bump seemed to pulsate against Betty's tongue. The child's nose was tickled by the woman's thick pubic hair, which was mildly fragrant in a strange but not unpleasant way.
Delia began to bump against Betty's face, pulling on the back of the little girl's head as she flexed her long, shapely legs in the air. Betty's tongue was getting tired, and she was having trouble breathing. She wished Delia would let go of her and allow her to lift her head.
The woman's pussy bumped fiercely against her and pulsated more strongly as she smeared her wetness all over Betty's mouth and nose. The child couldn't breathe at all. She struggled, and Delia relaxed her hold, lying back.
Betty sat up, gasping for air. She wasn't sure whether she had liked all that or not. But her strange excitement continued. She wanted something, and she didn't know what it was.
"Now, you lie down," Delia said. "Let me make love to you."
That sounded better, and Betty lay back, spreading her legs. Delia knelt between them, her tits hanging forward. She gazed at the child's adorable cunt, with its very sparse scattering of tiny hairs.
Delia's thumbs came into play, and Betty jumped as the woman opened her pussy.
"Oooooh, you're so pink and nice!" Delia breathed, and she bent to place her tongue between the open lips of the child's delightful twat.
She licked and slurped softly, thrilling Betty in a way she had never known before. The 12-year-old squirmed and lifted her legs in the air. She kicked them slowly as she gasped and cooed.
Her eyes were shut, and she didn't hear anyone else enter the room. She didn't become aware of the new arrival until she felt warm lips clasp one of the nipples of her babytits, and her brown eyes popped open. Uncle Jim was kneeling on the bed next to her, sucking her titty.
It all felt so good-what Delia was doing, and what Uncle Jim was doing, too-that she didn't fight. She didn't even protest. She wanted them to go on.
After sucking both of her darling tits and making them throb, Jim straightened up on his knees and showed her that his cock had gotten big and hard again. He moved close to her face while Delia continued to twist her head between the child's legs, licking and loving her warmly throbbing cunt.
Betty stared at the man's stiffly extended cock.
"Put your fingers around it," he murmured.
She did that, and it felt very big and firm. Her small hand couldn't begin to encircle the veined column fully. She didn't have to be told to pump Uncle Jim's loose outer skin forward and back, because she had watched Joyce do that. His plum-like, moist knob surged toward her, and she got a scent of it. She became even more excited. The woman between her legs was driving her wild with a poking, fluttering tongue!
"Kiss my cock!" Uncle Jim said huskily, and the child leaned to do it, planting her puckered, rougeless lips against the side of its bulging head.
Suddenly Jim swung astride her chest and lifted her head off the pillow. She stared at his prick, which projected right toward her face. She wasn't sure she wanted to take it into her mouth, but she didn't seem to have any choice. Uncle Jim just stuck it forward, coming closer and closer ...
"Aaaaawwwwgh!" Betty said as the man pushed his big, fat cock into her mouth, and her lips glided snugly around its plump head, clamping in the groove just beyond.
It tasted wild! In one way, Betty didn't like it, and yet ...
She began to suck, her eyelids fluttering, her eyes rolling around.
Jim groaned with pleasure as the little girl made luscious oral love to him. Her small mouth was so tight and hot! Her lips and tongue were delightful!
Finally he couldn't wait a moment longer for the ultimate thrill. Backing up, he bounced Delia out of the way with his ass and settled between Betty's spread legs, which he lifted into the air.
The child was terrified. She hadn't expected this.
She cried out and tried to struggle ... but it was too late! Delia held her down while Uncle Jim poked the big log of his cock against the tiny, saliva-moistened fissure between her thighs. His pressure forced her delicate little lips apart. He pushed into the small mouth of her childish vagina, spreading it and causing her pain.
She yelped.
Uncle Jim pushed harder, and her pain increased. Delia continued to hold her against the bed, she could avoid the man's and there was no way brutal onslaught.
Grinding his big prick into the tight aperture of her babycunt, Jim finally broke through the protective membrane, shattering her virginity. As she screamed, his thick cock surged into her never-before-penetrated vagina, expanding it.
She had never felt anything like the shocking sensation of his hardness driving up into her belly, stuffing her. He withdrew slightly, which relieved the pressure, but his gliding against the torn edges of her stretched vaginal mouth caused added torment. Then he came charging in again. He kept stroking, faster and deeper ... in and out ... in and out ... and his huge, hard cock now plunged deep into her girlish cunt.
Tears streamed from Betty's wide eyes as she squealed and squirmed, fighting Delia's grip, which held her in place. Then Uncle Jim sprawled fully atop her and stroked faster yet. In and out of her violated little pussy the great thickness of his throbbing cock pumped. Suddenly the hurt wasn't so bad any more, and her cunt had expanded to accommodate the pressure, though she still felt a tremendous sensation of being plugged. But mostly she became excited by the rapid stroking of the man's big cock in and out of her snug cuntmouth and against the tingling tip of her tiny clitoris.
She tensed and gasped. Quite without any conscious decision to do so, she began to move her hips-not to get away from Uncle Jim's deeply stroking penetrations, but to meet and envelope them, to make the friction of his cock against her pussy more intense!
Delia backed up and watched through smoldering dark eyes as the 60-year-old fucked the pre-teenager, wallowing atop her, driving his large, hard cock briskly in and out of the virginal opening between her thighs.
She panted and tossed her head one way, then the other. Her slim, young body undulated. Her thrilled pussy clasped spastically onto the old man's cock, and she moaned harshly as blissful warmth spread through her, shaking her from head to toes.
"Ooooooh, Uncle Jimmmmm!" she cried, clutching him.
He pulled his prick from her. Blood ringed his massive, jerking member as it spat globules of thick, musky-scented cream over the child's head, then up and down her blissfully relaxed body, spattering sperm on her young tits, tummy, and hairless loins.
Betty relaxed from her swooning orgasm-the first she had ever known-and thought about what had happened to her as her cunt dully throbbed and she tried to wipe Uncle Jim's spilled white stuff away. It had hurt at first, but then it was very good! Maybe it was wrong, maybe it had been very naughty, but she couldn't say she hadn't liked it. She could hardly wait to tell Joyce.
A middle-aged man, whom Betty hadn't seen before, stuck his head into the room.
"Did you get some good pictures?" Delia asked.
He formed his forefinger and thumb into a circle and smiled.
Chapter 12
"I'm getting out of here!" Janice exclaimed, and leaped from the bed. Her skirt dropped to cover her pantyless loins, and she pulled her blouse together over her bobbing tits.
Rick grasped her just as she reached the door. He swung her around and sent her sprawling across the bed, her skirt flipping up to expose quivering, plump asscheeks.
She had been giving him trouble ever since their fun and games with the Mexican maid, in which he had impulsively indulged. Now persuasion appeared hopeless. Janice was going to blow the goddamned whistle, and it looked as if all he could do was to get out.
Well if so, he vowed, he would take a choice memory with him:
I'm going to do with her what I've wanted to do since I first saw her sassy ass!
As she lay on her stomach, he tied her left arm to a headpost of the bed, then backed up and stretched her right leg toward the opposite foot-post. Though she struggled, he succeeded in looping the second stocking around the metal and around her ankle, cinching it firmly. That made for a sloppy job, because she could still kick one leg and thrash the opposite arm about. But, stretched as she was, she couldn't roll over.
"What are you going to do now, you ... you ... prick?" Janice angrily demanded feeling no lesser epithet suited a man who was so nasty and mean.
"You'll find out, you hot-tailed bitch!" he said. "I've taken all the sass I'm going to take from you! If you intend to make trouble, you might as well have something to really complain about!"
Janice glared at him over her shoulder. He was probably going to spank her, she thought. Well, big deal! He'd had several chances to ram his cock up her asshole, and he hadn't done that, so she figured he wouldn't do it now.
He shoved her legs wide apart and knelt between them, holding the loose one down with his knee. Her buttocks quivered like pale mounds of Jell-o as she tried to free herself, though she knew it was hopeless.
Rick stared at her impudent ass, then grasped both buttocks, sinking his thumbs in between. Janice caught her breath as he ripped her pliant buns apart and stared at her tight little anus.
Oh, sure! she thought disdainfully. He's going to KISS me there again! Some big man he is! Well, if he thinks that will persuade me to treat him nice, he's crazy!
Rick gathered a large wad of spittle in his mouth, lowered his face until it was right above her open asscrack, then let fly, smacking the spit against her star-shaped, converging puckers. Her shocked anus tightened, sucking in, and she gasped.
"What did you do that for?" she asked angrily, her blue eyes continuing to shoot disdainful sparks over her shoulder.
"Because my cock's got to have some grease to glide on!"
"Whaaaaat!"
"Yeah, baby! You're gonna get it now! Right up your goddamned shit-hole!"
"Oooooh, nooooh! Rick! Ooooooh, you wouldn't daaaaaaare!"
"Singing a different tune now, aren't you?" he chided, a cruel smile on his face as he poked a finger at her ass and worked the spittle into her tightly resisting sphincter.
"Oooh ... pleeeeese ... dooon't! Rick! Oooh, God ... I couldn't staaaaaaand it! Your cock's too big!"
"Go ahead and beg. See what good it'll do you," he said, watching closely as the tip of his finger stretched her rubbery anal ring this way and that, lubricating her with his spit.
"Please ... honey ... I won't liiiiiiike that!"
"You bet you won't!" Rick said, gliding his finger in and out of her now-slippery ass. He removed his finger with a pop!
Janice began to pant and squirm with true terror. She had always dreaded the thought of some guy sticking his big prick up her ass, and now the moment seemed actually to have arrived.
Rick was oblivious to her pleading. He was really mad.
"Let me suck your cock!" she begged, still trying vainly to save herself. "I love to suck it!"
"I know you do," he replied. "But I'm gonna use it differently this time!"
"Just fuck me!" Janice cried. "Ooooooh, baby, fuck me in the pussy!"
"Nope."
Rick stroked his well-exercised prick, bringing it once again to bristling, rigid hardness, as he watched the pretty blonde squirm and beg for mercy.
He said nothing, but pushed his iron-hard pecker down, aiming it at the crack between her wobbling asscheeks. Still holding her loose leg in place with his knee so that she couldn't thrash out of position, he used his free hand to spread her buttocks apart once again. Her puckered anus looked tight but wetly ready.
He poked the rosy head of his prick against it.
"OOOOH!" Janice cried.
"Better relax, baby!" Rick said, through gritted teeth. "The more you try to fight it, the worse it's gonna be!"
He began to grind, holding his shaft in his right hand to keep it exactly on target, and he watched her anal puckers spread a bit, though she continued to resist. She was breathing hard, making mewling, terrified sounds.
Rick pushed harder, twisting his cock. With agonizing slowness, he spread her forbidden aperture more and more until the tip of his prong was well-lodged within the converging puckers.
It hurt Janice. Tears sprang to her eyes. She held her breath.
As Rick pushed with greater determination, she felt her anus yield more and more. Finally her circular muscle couldn't resist any longer, and the fattest part of his cockhead popped in.
Her asshole burned fiercely, and it felt more stretched than it had ever been. She had never passed a turn that was so big and hard!
She was afraid to move. All she could do was whine and gasp as Rick burrowed deeper and deeper into her defenseless butt, causing the burning fullness to increase. It crept way up into her rectum!
Oh, God! she thought. I can't TAKE it!
But take it, she did-inch after inch of Rick's thick, rigid shaft, until she felt as if she had a fiery log thrust up into the center of her bowels.
Finally he stopped thrusting-for the moment- and withdrew a little. But not far enough to let his cockhead pop out of her tightly clasping anus. He came back in again, sinking even deeper than before.
She wailed. The hurt was awful!
Rick pulled and thrust, pulled and thrust, setting up a rhythm now. He plunged his vicious prick deeper and deeper into her virginal asshole.
The tight stroking of her rubbery ring around his cock thrilled him. It impelled him to fuck her hot ass faster. Her buttocks began to jerk and vibrate at each side of his invading lance. She felt as if he was splitting her right in two!
Then gradually a change took place in her reaction. She wasn't sure just when it started or why, but she began to feel less pain and more ... pleasure? COULD THAT BE?
Janice stopped tugging futilely at the bonds that tied her arm and opposite ankle to the posts of the bed, and she noticed that her ass was rising-rhythmically rising to meet the deep-reaching, rigid plunges of Rick's cock!
He used both hands to hold her rear mounds apart and watched his veined prick stroke steadily and deeply, in and out of the stretched, round hole between the young schoolteacher's buttocks. Her rosy rectal flesh rippled outward as he withdrew, then turned and folded back with his every thrust. He was giving her at least six inches of cock on each plunge.
Janice thrilled to his sodomistic penetrations, and she moaned throatily, now reveling in the hurt and degradation.
"Oooooooh, Rick ... yesssss!" she breathed hotly. "Fuck ... my ... ass!"
He could scarcely believe his ears. "You like it?" he asked as he continued stroking.
"Ooooooh, my asshole ... loves your ... big fat prick!" she exclaimed, panting. She began to rock raggedly, her grabby rear orifice gulping at his piston.
He rammed her as fast as he could, giving her all of the ass-plugging prick that she craved. She moaned and shrieked. Finally she came, bumping and panting as he rapidly fucked her tight rear aperture.
Rick jerked, and his sperm gushed into her rectum.
"Ooooooh!" the young teacher sighed with delight as he slowly withdrew his dick from her clutching, rippling asshole.
He watched her rosy flesh, tinged with brown as his cock was, slowly contract. She would never be quite as tight back there again, he realized.
But if that bothered her, or is she even hurt from the brutal buggering, she didn't give a sign. She squirmed as he untied her, then was all over him, covering his face with warm, moist kisses.
"Oooooh, Rick, that was wonderfullll!" she said raggedly.
"Are you gonna be good now and not give me any trouble?"
"Yes! Yes!"
She kissed him on the mouth, and their wet tongues plunged back and forth.
Suddenly she pulled free and scrambled off the bed.
"What's the matter?" he demanded. "I thought you weren't going to make trouble."
"I'm not, but I ... " She ran toward the bathroom. "I really have to shit!" she said, and disappeared, slamming the door behind her.
Rick lay in the center of the bed and grinned. There was no telling about women, he decided. Some hated to get it up the rear, others thought they didn't want it, then loved it. It was fortunate that Janice happened to be one of the latter kind.
It looked as if he could hang around after all and carry out his plans ...
Chapter 13
"How was Disneyland, Alex?" Joyce wanted to know, when he and the other children returned from their first day's outing.
"It was neat!" the towheaded 12-year-old replied. "Too bad you didn't get to go."
"Don't feel sorry for me, Alex," she said, and her blue eyes sparkled as if she knew a naughty secret. "Betty and I had some fun, too."
"Yeah? Doing what?"
"Well, Uncle Jim took us to this house and ... " The 11-year-old girl glanced quickly about. "Let's not talk about it here, with the other kids around. Why don't we go and sit in the bus?"
The idea pleased Alex, because he'd been wanting to get Joyce alone ever since he had watched his teacher taking Rick's cock in her mouth. The boy hoped maybe he could get Joyce to do that with his small but very excitable pecker.
They walked to the bus, which was parked at the end of the rambling motel building. Meanwhile, the other children were trooping inside.
Uncle Jim hadn't bothered to lock the bus. Joyce and Alex climbed up into it and sat on a rear seat in the pleasant, warm dimness of evening. A streetlight, not far away, provided just enough illumination to let the children see each other without making them nervous or embarrassed.
"So, what did you do at that house?" Alex asked, partly out of curiosity and partly because he was too bashful to just come right out and say, Joyce, suck my cock!
"Well, it was kind of funny," the pretty little girl replied, again with a strangely wise look in her young eyes. "There was this lady named Delia, a friend of Uncle Jim's, and she had a really nice place."
"But what did you do?" Alex pressed, becoming impatient.
"Well, Betty stayed with Delia while Uncle Jim took me into a room that had a bed in it ... "
Alex's eyes lit up. "Yeah?"
"And Uncle Jim asked me to lie down on the bed."
"Did you?" Alex asked, getting excited.
"Yes. I wasn't afraid of Uncle Jim."
"What happened?"
"Well, he asked me to take my clothes off ... and I did it."
"No kidding?" Alex's childish pecker got hard.
"Uncle Jim took his clothes off, too!"
Alex squirmed, and a rosiness came to his cheeks.
Joyce blushed, also, as she continued, "Uncle Jim and I ... played."
"Like how?" Alex had to ask.
"I don't know if I should tell you all of it," the little girl replied, "but Uncle Jim sure made me feel good, the way he touched me ... and kissed me."
"Why did you have to take your clothes off for him to kiss you?" Alex said.
"Because of where he kissed me!" Joyce giggled and squirmed. "It wasn't on my face."
"Where, then?"
"Promise not to tell anybody? Uncle Jim said I wasn't supposed to talk about it, but I'll tell you if you promise not to say anything to the other kids."
"Sure, Joyce. I promise."
"Well ... Uncle Jim kissed me ... between my legs! Isn't that wild?" Joyce was all excited, just from talking about it.
"Did you do anything ... with him?" Alex asked, his pecker pushing against the inside of his clothes.
"That's the part I don't know if I should mention, because it does sound nasty of me!" Joyce said. "But it wasn't really bad!"
"What did you do?" the young boy anxiously inquired.
"I ... oh, wow, I probably shouldn't tell you, but I took Uncle Jim's big, old cock into my mouth!" The little girl's eyes sparkled.
"Really? And you didn't mind it?"
"No! Does that make me sound awfully bad?"
"It sounds pretty good to me," Alex said, and placed a hand on his young friend's bare leg, just above the knee.
"Alex, what are you doing?" she asked, startled by his forwardness.
"Don't you remember the fun we had together back at that campground?" he asked.
"Sure." Joyce smiled. "I couldn't forget that!"
"Why don't we have some fun again, kind of like you and Uncle Jim did?" the youth suggested eagerly. "Other people do it," he added. "Last night I saw Miss Sawyer and Rick behind the motel, and she had his cock in her mouth."
"Reeeeeeally?"
"Sure. Do that with me, Joyce-will you?"
The little girl stared at the boy who was just a year older. She liked him, and the idea of sucking his cock sounded like it would be even more fun than sucking Uncle Jim's. But it didn't seem right that she should do everything. Alex ought to do something for her, also.
"I will if you'll kiss me the way Uncle Jim did," she said.
"Down between your legs?" Alex asked, not quite sure he liked the idea.
"Uncle Jim enjoyed it. Maybe you will, too."
"Well ... you suck me first. Okay?"
It sounded like too much fun for Joyce to resist, and she decided not to argue. She unzipped her young friend's pants.
Alex's small but very stiff erection sprang out to stand up, quivering, its pink head swollen with boyish lust. Joyce stared at it and thought it would be very easy to suck. She would be able to move her mouth on it better than she had moved on Uncle Jim's huge, mouth-plugging cock. She might even be able to take all of Alex's pecker into her mouth, she thought.
Her small hand encircled it first, and the warm, skin-covered spike twitched excitedly. Joyce squeezed harder and stared at the pink, inviting end of it.
"Come on, Joyce!" Alex cried, so anxious that he could hardly stand it.
His young girlfriend bowed her blonde head. Her little tongue swirled around the knob of his pre-teenaged dong, tasting it, and she found that it had a lighter, nicer taste than Uncle Jim's. In fact, Joyce liked it very much-its taste, its hardness, and its smaller size, too. It was just her size, she decided, as she capped her mouth neatly over the pink crown of the boy's pecker and sucked, letting her lips glide lower and lower on his shaft until she had encompassed almost all of it.
"Aaaaaaahhhhhgh!" Alex husked as his young prick stuck up into Joyce's wetly warm and sucking mouth, and it quivered with extreme excitement.
She began to glide her lips up and down, clasping the boy's bony-hard prick in rhythmic sucks that extended from its base to its pulsating pink head, again and again. The more she did it, the more she enjoyed it, finding the increased freedom of movement, as a result of his smaller size, a real pleasure. Her young tongue swirled around Alex's cock, also, and she enjoyed the taste of his boyish excitement.
While Joyce bent above his lap and sucked him, he jammed a hand up between her legs. He was twisting uncontrollably, because the 11-year-old's cocksucking felt so very good, but he still managed to pluck her panties away from her warm little cunt and touch the velvet furrow with his fingertips. He found the little bump at the top of her tight slit, where his tickling had given her such pleasure before, and he rubbed it with the tip of his finger.
Joyce squirmed. She sucked the boy's hard-throbbing, upthrust cock all the more intensively, and he writhed while continuing to play with her tight little pussy as best he could. He liked the feel of her baby-soft cuntlips, and he clamped them between his thumb and two fingers, unconsciously rolling the velvet folds of her little-girlish excitement.
Joyce went wild. She bobbed her hot mouth on her boyfriend's cock so rapidly, sucking with such childish fervor, that his head got light and he seemed to go out of his mind for a moment. He pinched her clit hard ... and she came, gurgling against his mouth-impaling pecker as hot throbs thrilled her from head to toes. The spastic champing of her mouth on his upthrust, twitching dick set him off, and he jerked violently, this time expelling a single precious drop of sperm-his first ever. Joyce gulped it down.
She dizzily raised her head from his lap and leaned back in the bus-seat, breathing hard, her vision out of focus. Alex felt the same way, confused and dizzy, but very ... very satisfied.
Blinking in the dim light, as their vision gradually cleared, it took the children some little while to realize they were no longer alone. When they did, they jumped up, staring at Uncle Jim who sat in the driver's seat, watching them in his rearview mirror. He turned his head and smiled.
"We were counting the children," he said, "and I wondered where you two were. This was the first place I decided to look."
"H-how much did you see, Uncle Jim?" Joyce asked, feeling ashamed and fearing it was somehow worse for her to make mouth-love with Alex than with Jim himself.
"I saw what you kids were doing, if that's what you mean," the white-haired man replied gently. "But it's nothing to feel embarrassed about. The only bad thing about it was that a bus-seat isn't very comfortable. Wouldn't you rather play with each other on a nice, wide bed?"
"Gosh, I don't know!" Alex replied.
"Well, let's find out. Come on. We'll go for a drive."
"Where?" Joyce asked, thinking she probably knew.
She did.
"To Delia's house," Jim answered.
"Maybe we hadn't ought to," Alex said.
"I think you should, young man," Uncle Jim responded. "Unless you want me to tell your teacher what I saw you two doing just now."
"Ooooh, don't do that ... please!" Joyce begged.
"Yeah, please don't!" Alex said.
"Then, come along."
Jim ushered the children from the bus and to his car.
Joyce was looking forward to more fun. But she was a little afraid, also, because of what Betty had told her about the way Uncle Jim had treated her at Delia's house. He had been rougher with her than with Joyce, jamming his big, hard thing into the small slit between her thighs. It had hurt at first, Betty said, but then it had felt good. Joyce didn't know whether she would like it at all. She wondered if she was going to have a chance to find out ...
"I'm worried about those two kids!" Janice said to Rick. "Where do you suppose they are?"
"Oh, they're okay," he replied. "Jim's probably with them."
Rich had followed her to the tour director's private room to inquire about the children. But the room was empty. The young teacher turned and started to leave.
"If he's taken them off some place, I'm going to call the police!" she announced.
"Damn it!" Rick said, grasping her by an arm. "I thought you told me you weren't going to mess in."
"That was before, but I've been thinking it over. I've got a responsibility for the kids, and it's more important than anything else."
Talk about a broad that blows hot and cold! Rick thought.
He yanked her against him, realizing he would have to go to work once again in order to bring her back into line. Struggling, she tried to avoid his kiss, but he succeeded in crushing his mouth to hers and plundering its sweetness with his rapacious tongue.
Janice began to melt. Rick could detect the early signs as the strength seeped from her arms, and her lips quivered in acceptance of his kiss. He walked her backward toward the bed.
She sank down onto it, panting, "The ... children ... "
Rick rolled her gently back and forth while pulling her skirt up and running his hands along her bare, full thighs. He petted her clingy blue briefs, as well, and continued up to her tits, which he liberated from her blouse and allowed to bob around. He bent and mauled her stiffening nipples with his lips and tongue.
"I want to ... suck your cock!" Janice whimpered passionately. He was pleased to note she was no longer talking about the children.
He leaned forward, bracing himself on the head of the bed, and fucked his hard-on down into the schoolteacher's mouth. As she sucked claspingly on his cock, he stroked the lengthy column in and out of the slippery pastel circle which her lips formed. His balls plopped against her chin when he plunged deeply into her maw.
His rod gleamed with the saliva which her lips and tongue spread over it. His meaty hardness throbbed between her lips. His bulb pulsated against the fluttering swipes of her tongue.
"You've gotten to be .a damned good cock-sucker, baby!" he said.
"Gllllaaaawwwgh ... glaaawwwgh ... " Janice replied as she sucked rapturously on his long lollipop.
He drew back, removed her panties, and knelt between her thighs.
Janice raised her legs and spread them invitingly. Her pink pussy opened in its nest of blonde, curly hairs, and Rick eyed the fleshy sump before poking his prick in. When he did, her wet warmth closed around him, and he glided eight inches into the center of her belly.
"Yessss ... yesssss ... ohhhh, fuck meeeee!" Janice exhorted, crossing her legs high over his back.
He lay against the pneumatic softness of her titties and slowly stroked his prick in and out of her ardently writhing, hot fuckhole. Each time he plunged deep, he jarred her, and she made an appreciative little sound. The wet, silken walls of her cunt caressed his hardness.
Gradually the tempo of his thrusts increased until he briskly jazzed her, bouncing her buttocks on the mattress. Her heels drummed against his back. She whimpered and moaned.
She responded to his rapid strokes by jerking her hips against his, and it felt as if her hot cunt was gobbling his cock-thrusts, really chewing them up. His balls tightened, and he knew he was just about there. Driving deeply into the receptive teacher, he held his dock steady and let it explode. Spurt after spurt of his jism pooled in the pit of her cunny while she spasmed around him in blissful completion.
He lay quietly atop her, and they kissed. Once more, he seemed to have her under control.
Chapter 14
"What are we going to do, Uncle Jim?" young Joyce innocently asked as he ushered Alex and her into the bedroom where he had been before.
"You children are going to take all your clothes off," Jim replied. "Then you're going to get onto the bed ... and fuck."
Alex stared, excited but apprehensive, also. He didn't know much about fucking. How was he supposed to do it exactly? He guessed he was supposed to stick his cock into the little slit between Joyce's legs ... but then what?
Joyce blushed, and she was fearful, as well. Recalling what Betty had said about the way Uncle Jim had fucked her, and how it had hurt at first, she wasn't at all sure she wanted to do it. But maybe with Alex it would be different than with Uncle Jim. Alex's pecker was quite small, by comparison, and he might be more gentle, she hoped.
"Where's Delia?" she asked. After letting them in, the woman had disappeared.
"Oh, she's around some place," Jim replied.
Yes, in that room next door, I'll bet ... taking pictures! the child thought. Betty had told her about that.
But she didn't really mind, Joyce discovered, as the excitement of the situation got more strongly to her and her fear gradually lessened. While Jim watched, she began taking off her clothes.
"Come on, Alex," she said as the boy hesitated.
Excitement overcame his reservations, as it had hers, and he also began to disrobe. Jim backed up and sat in a chair, out of range of the camera which was behind the mirror.
Alex looked bashfully at his reflection as he took his clothes off. But he kept watching Joyce, as well. When she was down to her little silk panties, he gazed curiously at her childish chest which had only tiny pink nipples where her tits were going to be. Then, cheeks glowing rosily, she stripped her panties down, exposing her sleek, hairless loins.
As Alex lowered his briefs, his cock popped up, quivering as high and hard as it had been before Joyce had sucked him. Small, pale nuts dangled at the base of his uplifted rod, with no hair around them.
Jim's eyes twinkled as they shifted from one delightful child to the other. His old cock was hard in his pants, and he wanted to stroke it. But he didn't do so ... yet.
"Now you two get on the bed," he directed. "Joyce, lie down and let Alex get on top of you."
Good! Alex thought. He's going to tell me what to do.
The children complied with Jim's instructions, both very excited and looking forward to a new experience.
"Kiss her, Alex," Jim said as the young boy settled on top of Joyce's slender form.
The boy pressed his lips to hers, and they kissed without using their tongues. They didn't amount to much, but Joyce was thrilled by the pressure of Alex's hard little prick, sandwiched upward between their bellies.
"Lick her nipples," Jim said, and Alex obediently glided his mouth down to the girl's smooth, straight chest where he licked her moundless tits.
She liked the strokes of his wet tongue on her sensitive little buds, and she squirmed. She was actually looking forward now to having him put his cock inside her. It couldn't hurt too badly, she thought.
"Get down and kiss her between the legs," Jim told Alex.
The boy lifted his light-blond head. "Do I have to?" he asked.
"Yeah!" Jim rapsed, tensing. "You do just what I tell you."
Not having the nerve to refuse, but not sure he wanted to do what Uncle Jim had demanded, the child nevertheless bowed between his young girlfriend's thighs. His lips brushed her tight little slit, and she squirmed. She petted his head.
Liking the response he had produced, the inexperienced boy extended his tongue and licked his girlfriend's snug, soft slit.
"Mmmmm ... " she purred, writhing. "Stick your tongue into it, Alex!"
Wanting to continue to please her, because her responses pleased him, the 12-year-old thrust his tongue between her elastic little cuntlips and stroked the firm, tiny lump of her clitoris. She bumped, causing his tongue to glide deeper into her tasty twat. He probed the slick opening where his cock would glide into her belly.
He wanted very strongly to fuck her by that time, and he straightened up on his knees, his boyish prick standing like a sentry tower.
"Stick it into her pussy!" Jim said, and sneaked a hand to his own lap.
Alex hovered over Joyce, and she stared up at him, her blue eyes wide with mingled excitement and apprehension. He grasped his springy-stiff cock and pointed it at the neat slit between her thighs.
He moved forward until the tip of his dick was touching her, The girl's excitement increased. She just wanted him to do it!
His pecker's tip worked the snug lips of her 11-year-old pussy apart and became lodged between them, gliding easily to the softest part, where he knew he was supposed to go in. He started to push.
The pressure of his boyish cock against her maidenhead caused Joyce to gasp. He got concerned, and stopped pushing.
"Dooooooo it!" she said, shutting her eyes. Her heart thumped wildly.
"Push, young fella!" Jim ordered, fingering his own cock through his trousers.
Alex pushed, grinding forward, and he felt the resistance in Joyce's pussy give way. His cock glided into her snug, girlish sheath.
It felt wonderful to him-and to her, also, except for some slight soreness along the torn edges of her virginal membrane. But his sharp, hard organ had split her cleanly, and his boyish shaft inside her was the most exciting thing she had ever known. She wanted him to stick it deeper and to stroke it.
He did those things without being told, for he just seemed to know what to do, once he was in the little girl's cunt. He pumped his childish pecker in and out of her small, virginally clasping hole.
She cooed and gasped, thrilling more than she had ever thought possible. It was wonderful to fuck!
Responding to an instinctive urge, Joyce hunched against the boy who was screwing her, while Uncle Jim watched. The old man's cock became cramped in his clothes, and he let it out. Joyce watched him stroke it while feeling Alex's smaller but very hard prick pump up and down in her delighted pussy.
Her young, imaginative mind was aswirl with luscious feelings and half-formed images-Alex's stiff little prick, Uncle Jim's big, old cock, her pink, small pussy being penetrated. Then she gave herself over to the rosy, warm haze which seemed to envelop her and only felt the thrust-thrust-thrust of Alex's boyish pecker, driving into her tight pussy again and again, rocking her, thrilling her, making her feel like a grown-up woman though she was only eleven years old.
Jim got up and moved close to the foot of the bed, being careful to remain out of range of the concealed camera which, he felt sure, was rapidly clicking. Pictures such as this made lots of money for him and for Delia and her husband.
Jim continued stroking his limb-like, projecting prick as he stared between Alex's spread legs and watched his young cock pump in and out of Joyce's unhaired pussy. Her delicate coral lips, tinged with flecks of blood, turned outward as the boy withdrew and folded back in with his thrusts. Her ass bobbed rhythmically.
She loves it! he thought, and stroked his own cock harder.
Young and inexperienced as Alex was, he couldn't keep up the action for long. But his young, equally inexperienced girlfriend didn't need too many strokes of his extremely rigid cock to drive her over the precipice of passion, into a bank of fluffy clouds, giving her the first complete orgasm she'd ever had.
When he felt her young cunt ripple spastically around his rod, clutching it so fiercely that he was forced to stop stroking, Alex twitched in the grip of her warm, moist flesh. He spurted for the second time in his life, emitting only two drops-hardly enough and not sufficiently mature to get little Joyce into trouble, but enough to relieve his tension and to please her, as well.
He settled fully atop her, and they clung together, breathing hard.
Jim moved up beside the bed and stood next to them, briskly hand-stroking his prick. He kept the masturbation going until Alex climbed off the young girl-then, before she could get up, Jim spurted, showering her slender, childish body with his thick, white sperm.
She moaned softly and felt yet another orgasmic throb.
It had been quite a day-for her, for Alex, and for Uncle Jim, as well.
Chapter 15
The next day, Joyce and Betty went to Disney-land, several of the other children repeated, and Jim took the remaining ones to Delia's house. Janice and Edna both went on the Disneyland tour, with Rick driving the bus.
Edna was restless. She had wanted to follow Jim and get some incriminating pictures. But Rick had persuaded her it would be difficult at Delia's house.
"Wait until tonight," he had said. "I'll tell Jim I'm taking you and Janice into Hollywood for a night on the town. Alone with all those kids, he's gonna be up to mischief at the motel. That's when you can sneak back and get the goods on him."
"No more postponements?" she asked.
"No more. You'll get Jim by the balls tonight," Rick promised.
That agreed, she relaxed and enjoyed herself in the Magic Kingdom, along with the children, Rick and Janice.
After they returned to the motel, he made good on his commitment, inviting the two teachers to spend the evening with him in the city. Janice fussed, wanting to remain with the children. But Rick insisted, and finally she agreed- because she was jealous, he thought, of letting Edna go with him alone.
They took Jim's car, since Rick didn't own one.
Beginning to tour the funky clubs along the Sunset Strip, Rick and Janice soon found they were a party of two.
"Where's Edna?" the young blonde asked, over the clanging rhythm of a rock band.
"Oh, she probably picked up some guy at the bar," Rick said. "Forget her."
The answer seemed to satisfy Janice, and she made no further reference to the other woman as she and Rick went from club to club. Finally, when they were ready to return to Orange County, she asked, "Do you think Edna has transportation?"
"There are always taxis," Rick replied.
Janice snuggled against him on the return freeway-ride, and she began playing with his cock and balls through his pants.
"Why don't you get inside?" he suggested.
"Right now?" she asked. "While we're driving along?"
"We've got a better chance now than we'll have later," he said, "with all those kids at the motel."
Janice unzipped his trousers and lifted his cock out.
She felt loose and sluttish as they cruised along the freeway at sixty miles an hour and she fondled his meaty dick, making it stiff. She wedged her blonde head down between his body and the steering wheel, and licked his throbbing glans.
They both had a nice glow from the liquor they'd consumed and from the flashy excitement of the Hollywood night spots. More earthy rock poured from the car's radio as Janice fitted her softly moist lips around the head of Rick's cock and began to suck.
He grinned as they flowed with the sparse late-night traffic. But the teacher's tugging lips and teasing tongue soon wiped the grin off his face and made him grimace lustfully, bearing his teeth.
He flipped on his flasher and changed freeway lanes, moving toward the right. His twisting of the wheel bothered Janice and she released her oral stranglehold on his prick.
"What's the matter?" she asked throatily, her lips puffy and wet.
"I've got to fuck you," he said.
Taking the next off-ramp, they found themselves in a residential district. Rick remembered a small park in the area, and it took him only a couple of minutes to reach it. His cock was maintained at full erection by Janice's stroking hand.
He stopped next to the park and stepped out into the deserted, dimly lit street, his prick projecting out and upward from his gaping fly. Giggling, Janice slid across the seat and followed. They ran hand-in-hand into the park.
There might have been bums snoozing nearby, and a cop could have come cruising along at any minute. But Rick and Janice were too aroused to worry about such minor considerations. They arrived at a picnic table, and he lifted her atop it.
He pushed her skirt up, exposing the pantyhose she had donned for their evening date. He quickly pulled off that clingy, antierotic garment, exposing white bikini briefs which had a tiny lace fringe.
Janice opened the top of her dress to bare her braless, bobbling tits. Standing next to the table and bending forward, Rick nuzzled her knockers, his lips capturing and tugging on rigid pink nipples.
"Ooooooh, Rick ... fuck me, fuck me!" she cried. "Before somebody comes along!"
His hands crawled up the outside of her thighs, filled themselves with soft panty-nylon, then slowly pulled her pants down. He left the undies looped around one of her ankles, and he lifted her legs, bowing his head between them.
He kissed her succulent, femininely fragrant pussy, and his cock stuck up harder, throbbing until it ached. The cool evening air caressed her writhing body atop the picnic table. She stared up at a sky full of stars. A car purred along the street, not far away, and she wondered if the driver was looking in her direction, perhaps delineating her white form, spread out on the table, with her legs sticking into the air. Rick licked and sucked at her hotly throbbing, meaty-moist cunt.
In a way, she hoped she was being seen. That thought added to the excitement. But if she and Rick were observed, she hoped even more strongly that they wouldn't be interrupted.
Finally he raised his face from her sizzling pussy, and he moved forward, tugging on her legs until her buttocks became perched on the very edge of the table, her pussy hanging over. He gripped his prick and worked the bulbous head of it into her pulpy, soft center.
He pushed ...
"Oooooooh, Riiiiiiick!" she moaned as his cock glided into her, fitting like a sword in a scabbard.
Still holding onto her legs and bending them slightly back, he rocked on the balls of his feet, deeply fucking her with slow, steady strokes. She flopped her head from side to side. She uttered breathy moans.
His cock felt so good as it plowed her pasture that she wanted the fucking to last forever, particularly since it might be the last one they would ever have. She wriggled around his turgid thrusts, massaging his prick with her feminine fuckflesh. His balls had tumbled out of his pants and were bouncing against her bottom.
"Rickie ... ooooooh!" she panted. "You're so gooooood! You've got such a ... big ... hard ... horny ... prick!"
He speeded up, his cock churning her pussy with a slushy sound, though she was nicely tight. He watched her tits bobble in the moonlight, a luscious serving on the picnic table, with small pink cherries at their crests.
Her ass squirmed anxiously and she flexed her legs in Rick's grasp. Her cunt slammed repeatedly against him and was tickled by his zipper as his cock plumed the depths of her hot hole.
"I'm ... I'm getting there!" she said.
He fucked her faster yet.
"Ooooooh ... yesssss!" she hissed heatedly, like a boiler about to explode.
Rick's piston pumped very fast in her well-oiled fuck-chamber, and she whooped as she reached her climax, her bottom bouncing up and down on the table.
Rick's spastic gushes told her he was finishing, also.
They walked back to the car hand-in-hand and resumed their drive to the Anaheim motel. Everything seemed in order when they arrived, the children all sleeping soundly in their respective rooms.
In the morning, Edna drew Rick aside at breakfast.
"It was a bust!" she said. "There was nothing going on when I got back here last night, except that the kids were watching television and Jim was serving them Cokes and stuff."
"Well, we guessed wrong," Rick said.
"I talked with some of the little girls who'd been with him during the day," Edna continued, "but they wouldn't tell me a thing. They just said they'd gone to the beach."
"Jim always tells them not to snitch."
"Well, what's his hold on them?"
"He treats them nicely most of the time and, believe it or not, they dig it. They don't want to make trouble for him."
"Shit!" Edna said. "What's going to happen today?"
"Today you're gonna score for sure," Rick told her. "Jim's softened up enough of the kids by this time so he can have an orgy right here at the motel. The couple who take the pictures will be coming here."
"How do you know?"
"Jim told me a little while ago."
"What's supposed to happen with Janice and me to get us out of the way?"
"I'm to take you on a shopping tour."
"Take her. I'll say I've got a headache."
"No, we've got to play it like we did last night; we'll all leave, and then you come back. Otherwise, nothing will get started if you're hanging around."
"You mean I've got to pay another fucking taxi fare? Rick, this had better be worth it!"
"It will," he promised.
Later, as he and the teachers toured one of the fancy shopping centers nearby, Edna pleaded a headache and took off. Immediately afterward, Rick told Janice he would have to return to the motel, also.
"I'm sure you don't need a guy tagging along with you when you shop," he grinned.
Surprisingly, she smiled back. "I sure don't!" she said, and there was something about the twinkle in her blue eyes that bothered him.
But he took his leave, anyway, and speeded back to the motel, feeling he could beat a taxi-cab, especially since it had probably taken Edna a little while to summon one.
He parked in the alley behind the motel building and stood at the corner, waiting for Edna to show up.
In the meantime, there was lots going on inside ...
Chapter 16
Uncle Jim watched with glee as the children in his charge romped nude on the motel beds.
The experienced ones among them showed the others what to do, and Delia was there to help. She also was naked, which served to relax the kiddies' inhibitions.
Seven naked girls, all of them just eleven or twelve years old, played with five naked boys of the same ages. The boys' little pricks stuck straight up. The girls' baby-buttocks twinkled ... their slim thighs flashed ... their tiny tits quivered ... and their hairless or nearly hairless pussies teased the boys' eyes and straining cocks.
Jim stood at the side of the room and slowly stroked his big, exposed prick.
The little blonde named Lavonne let a dark-haired boy get on top of her. He pumped rapidly in her small, clasping cunt while a man with a camera bent and got a close-up shot.
Delia knelt in front of Alex, who was quite experienced by that time, and took his delightful pecker into her mouth. She bobbed her close-cropped brunette head forward and back, sucking his tasty dick delightedly, and the man with the camera took a picture of that.
Joyce ran to Uncle Jim, not having the heart to let him stand in the corner and pump his prick all by himself. She fitted her tight mouth around his bulging bulb and sucked. The cameraman caught that, making sure not to photograph old Jim above the waist. Still, his big dangling balls, and the graying hair around them-to say nothing of his thick shaft which stretched Joyce's childish lips as far as they would go-made very clear that he was several times her age, old enough to be her grandpa and then some!
Two boys went at 12-year-old Betty at the same time, one driving his little prick between her spread thighs while the other knelt astride her neck and fed his pecker to her eager lips.
The busy cameraman caught several excellent shots of that.
The room throbbed and sizzled with the force of unleashed childish lust, gone wild. The whole scene made an eloquent argument for Kiddies Lib, proving that children could enjoy sex as much as their elders. And why shouldn't they have the chance? Uncle Jim was doing his part to make sure they got it.
The pricks of the little boys snapped back quickly, again and again, after being worn down by grinding girlie cunts and sucking childish mouths. Delia went from one to another, sampling them all. She enjoyed taking the kids' cocks up her cunt and in her mouth, as well-sometimes both ways at once.
The children made up their own positions: One boy draped a girl over the edge of a bed and rammed her hairless pussy from behind. Two girls crawled atop another youth, one pronging herself on his upthrust cock while the other straddled his face. Both his pecker and tongue were thrilled by sweet, girlish fuckflesh at the same time.
It was a very neat happening for the most part, because the boys spurted little or nothing. Not so with Uncle Jim, however: When he came in Joyce's sucking mouth, his cum flooded so thickly over her tongue and down her throat that she started to gag and had to jerk her mouth free. His final blasts hit her in the face, dribbling down off her cute nose and over her lips, which already were foam-flocked.
The photographer took roll after roll of highly erotic pictures, which jaded porno-buffs would pay a pretty penny to own.
The door of the motel suite opened, and everyone was so busy that they didn't see Edna enter. She too had a camera in her hand, the one she had brought from Pleasant Valley for taking scenic photos. But she hadn't imagined any scene such as the shocking one which now confronted her, and she raised the camera to take a shot of Uncle Jim as his prick blasted into young Joyce's face.
Suddenly a hand pushed Edna between the shoulder blades, and she staggered forward, tumbling across a bed and nearly squashing two children fucking. She. dropped her camera. Rick, who had entered the room right behind her and had done the shoving, picked it up.
The young boy on the bed, who had been humping a girl his own age, was fascinated by the teacher, who seemed to want to join their game. As Rick had anticipated, the youth turned toward her and jerked her skirt up.
Edna rolled over and gazed up at one of her very own pupils, who was pulling off her panties.
"Wowww, Miss Sawyer!" he exclaimed. "I never thought I'd get the chance to do this to you!"
"Mark!" she shrieked. "Don't! It's naughty!"
But the stiff-peckered youth was settling between her thighs, eyeing her hair-fringed twat, and he wasn't about to be dissuaded. He pushed his small erection down, drove it between the soft pink lips of his teacher's cunt, and sank to his full four inches inside her.
"Oooooh, Mark!" she cried, thrilling to his boyish hardness, and she encircled his slender body with her anus and stocking-clad legs.
He began vigorously to fuck her, driving his little dick in and out of her full-grown, pleasure-giving pussy.
Rick took a picture of it.
Watching what was going on, Jim smiled with approval.
The children continued their fun and games, Delia taking part and her husband taking pictures.
Little Mark fucked his hot, boyish cock faster and faster in his teacher's oily hole. Oblivious to the pictures that were being taken, needing only to get her rocks off with the adorable child, Edna returned his frenzied fucking. Her mature, cavernous pussy seemed to swallow up his rod, but she had such fine muscular control that she managed to massage him nicely, small as he was.
He tossed his head back and shut his eyes as he supported himself on straight arms above her body, fucking her as hard as he could. She came, spasming around his stabbing pecker, and he jerked inside her, giving her a few small spurts.
Another boy took Mark's place, giving the teacher no chance to get up. Two more crowded near, leaving the little girls to wonder what had happened. The precocious pupils opened their teacher's blouse and liberated her bobbing tits. One sucked each throbbing nipple while a third fucked her.
Rick took a picture of that.
Edna pulled a boy's stiff prick to her mouth and sucked it while he continued pleasuring a titty.
Uncle Jim got down with the little girls, taking on two at a time. One licked his balls while the other worked her mouth on his softened dong, trying to get it up again. She succeeded. Then a third joined the party, giggling as she sat on his face. His mustache tickled her asshole as he sucked at her hot little cunt, and she watched her friends make mouth-love to his cock and balls.
Since his face was well covered by the little girl's ass, the porno picture taker got some good shots of the group.
Rick kept photographing Edna with the boys, one after another.
They all had a very fine time ...
Eventually, however, the whole party was fucked out, and the cameras ran out of film. Delia and her husband quietly took their leave while the children lay about, on the beds, chairs, and floor, giggling and idly toying with one another while they tried to catch their breath.
Edna sat up and glared at Rick.
"You asshole!" she said. "What was the fat idea of pushing me in here and taking pictures of me with the kids? That wasn't how we'd planned it!"
"It wasn't how you planned it," Rick replied. "But I had my own plans, which I worked out with Jim. You see, he pays me pretty well, and there are lots of fringe benefits."
The white-haired man walked up and smiled benevolently at Rick. "Thanks, young fella," he said. "You came through for me just fine, as usual."
"It's all in a day's work, boss," Rick replied.
This wasn't the first time he and Jim had handled troublesome teachers this way.
Edna got up and shamefully put her clothes on. She had enjoyed herself very much while her young students had fucked her-so much, in fact, that she knew she couldn't return to Pleasant Valley. She was going to get her wish to stay in Southern California, but without the financial stake she had hoped for, at Jim's expense.
She was headed for the door just as it burst open. Two uniformed police officers, one male and the other female, walked in, followed by Janice. She had a triumphant smile on her face.
"You goddamned cunt!" Rick snarled, and made for her.
A swinging nightstick stopped him in his tracks, and he crumpled to the floor, unconscious. Jim backed against a wall. Edna was grabbed by the female officer, bed by the female officer.
"Wait a minute!" the teacher cried. "I didn't do anything!"
"We'll see," the policewoman said, as her partner moved to arrest Jim.
Another policewoman entered, and she and Janice tended to the startled and confused children, helping them into their clothes.
Rick stirred, sitting up. He stared at the scene, scarcely believing what he saw.
So Janice had snitched to the cops after all! But why? Hadn't he kept her happy?
Still sitting on the floor, he asked her as soon as she turned his way.
"You were all right," she told him. "In fact, we had fun. But you seemed to enjoy humiliating me, and I can't dig that. Thanks, though, for opening my eyes to a few things."
He snarled an obscenity and sank back against the wall.
"All right, stud!" one of the pert young policewomen told him. "On your feet! You and I are going downtown."
He stared at her and found her pretty cute, with dark-brown hair showing below her saucy police-cap. Nice tits bulged her tunic, and her knee-length skirt revealed sleek, nylon-sheathed legs.
"Instead of going downtown," Rick said hopefully, loud enough for only her to hear, "why don't we just do down ... together?"
She frowned, then kicked him in the balls. He yelped, flopped over, and rolled painfully on the rug.
"Connie, you shouldn't have done that," the male officer chided in a mild tone as he grinned at her. "Police brutality!"
"Up your ass, Sam!" she said. "I've seen too many of these smart-mouthed pricks who think they can fuck their way through life and use their hot cocks to get everything they want. I hate the asshole mother-fuckers! Do you understand me?"
Sam made a motion of wiping his brow. "I guess."
The officers ushered the children and the prisoners out.
Janice waited until they were all gone, then walked to the motel office to make an inquiry. Getting the information she wanted, she walked back along the line of rental units until she came to room number 7. The door was ajar, and she opened it to walk in.
The Mexican maid, Anita, was busily vacuuming the rug, unaware that someone had entered the room behind her. Janice crept up, reached forward at both sides of the buxom girl, and clasped her full-to-bursting tits.
Anita gasped and immediately straightened up. She squirmed around in Janice's arms, facing her, then stared in consternation at the smiling blonde.
Janice, who had taken three years of Spanish, said in the girl's language, "How would you like to make fifty dollars?"
"Do you mean it?" the maid asked in amazement, thinking of what her poor family in Mexico could do with such a sum.
"Mm-hm," Janice said, and took a bill from her purse. She handed it to Anita.
"What do I have to do?" the brown-skinned girl asked breathlessly.
"Just lie down and let me make love to you, like we did before. Remember?"
"But, my God, that was so nasty!" Anita said.
"I enjoyed it," Janice replied. "And I can't help thinking you enjoyed it, too. At least, let's give it another try, while there's no man to get in the way."
Anita had the money, and she wasn't about to give it back. After tucking it into a pocket of her uniform, she sank onto a bed.
Janice joined her.
The blonde schoolteacher wasn't sure that this was the way she wanted to go for the rest of her life-or the only way, at least-but it was such an eye-opener before that she simply had to try it again.
Anita wasn't too reluctant, she quickly learned. The Mexican opened the top of her uniform, then slithered out of her panties. Janice rolled the other girl's big, soft tits while Anita liberated and played with hers. Then the blonde dived between the brown-skinned girl's thighs.
Anita drew Janice around to straddle her head, finding happily that the blonde wore no panties.
They sixty-nined in wordless pleasure.
Janice knew, then and there, that she wouldn't be returning to Pleasant Valley.
Chapter 17
While Anita and Janice had much fun together, they both decided there was something lacking in their lives:
A prick.
But they wanted a prick which was wielded by a considerate man, not a punk bent on humiliation like Rick was.
Anita convinced her new-found friend that a Latin male would be best.
"You could pick up a good one with that pretty blonde hair of yours," Anita said, petting it while they both lay nude one day, after tongue-fucking each other. "Mexican men are crazy for blondes."
"Really?" Janice said, perking up.
"Yes. And I will tell you where to go. There is this night club in Los Angeles ... "
That was how it came to pass that Janice found her fulfillment-love and consideration, and plenty of good hot sex of all kinds. She, Anita, and Pedro moved in together.
He was a lean and handsome young man with jet-black hair and eyes to match. He even had a mustache.
The arrangement which Janice liked best, though the threesome enjoyed all kinds at times, was for Anita to spread out and let Janice lie upon her while Pedro crouched at Janice's rear. Janice licked the tits of the buxom Mexican girl and tugged at her big, beige nipples. As soon as she felt like it, she backed up and tongue-traced the hairy black T that extended down between Anita's legs. She opened the girl's tasty pussy and lapped at it, while curving her own back concavely and thrusting her lovely ass in the air.
She could almost see Pedro's eyes brighten as he took in the beauty of her blonde cunny and the even more enticing little aperture between the spread cheeks of her ass. She imagined his brown prick lifting to point at her in bonelike hardness. She teased herself with the thought of him stripping the hood back from his bulging, plum-colored cockhead.
At that point imagination became reality when she felt him guide his prick between the supple white cheeks of her ass. He nudged her at just the right place, and she shivered with anticipation. She lapped into Anita's pussy with greater gusto, slurping up her rich cum.
Ever so slowly she felt Pedro's prick pry open the puckered little ring between her buttocks and glide his big cockhead inside. It hurt, but she enjoyed that. She ate Anita's cunt ravenously as the Mexican man glided inch after inch of his iron-hard organ up her ass. He began to stroke, slowly and feelingly in and out of her hotly clasping anal circle, and she writhed, blubbering against the girl's warm, wet pussy.
Pedro steadily stroked in and out of her hot asshole while he watched her eat Anita, and the young Mexican writhed, shaking her beautiful tits.
To Janice it was most thrilling to have her rectum probed by a long, hard prick while she had all the pussy that she could possibly enjoy. Pedro's strokes gradually increased in tempo, until he burned her nether ring with his rapid pumping in and out. She stuck her tongue all the way up sweet Anita's cunt and felt the girl's fuck-muscles spasm around it. Anita's tits shook, and she squealed.
The blonde's pink asshole rippled around Pedro's fucking cock, grasping and gliding as no cunt or mouth could ever do. And Janice felt his lustful plunges more intensely and thrillingly than she ever could feel them within her snatch.
Her hips bumped, and her buttocks shook at both sides of Pedro's deeply penetrating cock. She raised her head from Anita's pussy and gasped as she neared an orgasm.
The Mexican girl knew just what to do at that point. She drew back a leg, bent it, and tickled Janice's front-slit with her big toe. The toe deftly found the blonde girl's erect, throbbing clit. It brushed the tip, driving Janice wild, while Pedro pumped and pumped his hot prick in and out of her asshole.
She came, moaned and jerking.
Pedro splashed his sperm into her deeply gratified bowels.
She didn't miss Pleasant Valley. When she thought about Rick, languishing in jail somewhere along with his dirty old employer, Uncle Jim, she couldn't feel too harshly about him, because he had turned her onto something good:
Two new good things, in fact, which she had never imagined she would possibly enjoy, before he came along.
